Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 713

The touch was soft and delicate, like touching velvet.

It was irresistibly inviting, like a ripe peach begging to be plucked.

This unfamiliar sensory overload sent shivers down Francis's spine, causing a momentary blank in his thoughts. Yet, his body reacted before his mind could catch up.

He found himself holding Rebecca White, gently placing her on the couch, his fingers lightly grazing her chin as he captured those tempting lips...

His eyes widened in surprise.

Her lips were not just soft; they were refreshingly sweet!

Suddenly, memories of a night many years ago flooded back to him... He had kissed her before...

"Mmm..."

The person in his arms suddenly frowned, murmuring uncomfortably.

Caught off guard, Francis quickly let her go, touching her face with concern, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Rebecca frowned, her lips pursing, "Eddy..."

Francis froze, his eyes void of any emotion. Was she calling for Eddy? Even drunk, she still remembered that husband of hers?

A wave of irritation surged through him. Did she think it was Eddy who had kissed her?

Loosening his grip, he stood up abruptly.

Just as he was about to leave, Rebecca on the couch mumbled again, "Go... go away!"

While saying so, she wrapped her arms around herself tightly.

Tears started to flow as she sobbed, "Go away..."

Francis listened closely, a slight vibration in his heart, his lips curling up swiftly.

Oh, he had been too hasty.

How could Rebecca still pine for a husband like that? Obviously, she'd do anything to avoid him.

He bent down, lifting her into his embrace.

Whispering into her ear, "He's not here... don't be afraid, he won't be able to come near you ever again."

Rebecca was already asleep, unable to hear his words or react, tears still streaming down her face.

"Sigh..."