Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 941

“Ouch!”

In an instant, Rebecca White's cheeks blushed a deep crimson, embarrassment washing over her as she struggled to pull away. “Mr. Johnson…”

“Stay still!”

Francis furrowed his brow, his tone a bit stern.

“You and James, acting like kids. Do I need to coddle you too?”

“…” Rebecca White was at a loss for words. What kind of question was that? But his words had the effect of making her stop struggling.

With the light aiding his vision, Francis carefully examined her ankle.

His expression grew even more somber.

Her usually slender and pale ankle was now alarmingly swollen, radiating heat and reddened.

He glanced up at her with a reproachful look, “Why did you lie when I asked you earlier?”

“…” Rebecca found herself speechless. How was she supposed to respond?

“Sigh…”

Francis let out a soft sigh, shaking his head in resignation.

He reached for a small box on the table and opened it.

Rebecca peered over, noticing it seemed to contain some kind of ointment.

Francis first took out a bottle from within, grasped it firmly, and twisted it open, immediately filling the air with a strong medicinal scent.

Looking up at her, he cautioned, “This might sting a bit. Try to bear with it.”

Rebecca pursed her lips and nodded silently. “Mhm.”

Francis then took out a spatula from the box, scooped some ointment from the bottle, and gently applied it to the swollen area of Rebecca’s ankle.

One second, two seconds.

“Ah!”

Rebecca couldn’t hold back a cry of pain.

The ointment on her skin felt like a mix of needle pricks and burning flames!

Instinctively, she tried to pull her leg away, but Francis firmly held it in place.

“Don’t move!”