Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 793

The surgery went smoothly, but the effectiveness of it would only be known a week later.

Back in her hospital room, Rebecca White's eyes were wrapped in gauze. When she woke up, she reached out into the air with her hand.

"Sherilyn?"

Francis stood up and took her hand in his. "Do you need anything?"

"Henson...?" Rebecca recognized his voice and asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"I checked with Southern District Sanatorium," Francis explained. "I found out you had surgery today and came to see you."

Then he asked, "Do you need anything? Want some water?"

He added, "The nurse has gone downstairs to get food, and your friend went home. She'll be back later to keep you company."

This meant she had to rely on him for now.

"Well, thank you." Rebecca nodded. She was indeed thirsty, a common reaction after anesthesia.

"Sure."

Francis smiled faintly and got up to pour her some water, testing the temperature before gently bringing it to her lips.

"Here, drink."

Unable to see and a bit anxious, Rebecca ended up spilling some water.

"Take it slow."

With a swift motion, Francis used his finger to wipe away the spill.

The rough touch of his fingertip against her delicate skin startled Rebecca, and she quickly pulled away.

"I'm good... Thank you."

Francis paused, noting her lightly blushing cheeks, and nodded, "You're welcome."

He couldn't help but recall what Sherilyn had said. Now that Rebecca's surgery was done, it was probably time to reveal his true identity.

"Rebecca..."

Francis raised his hand, reaching out to her.

Suddenly, the room door burst open. It was the nurse, carrying a tray of food.

Seeing Francis and Rebecca sitting and chatting, she apologized, "Ms. White, you're awake? I thought you were sleeping and didn't want to disturb you by knocking."

"It's alright."