Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1126

The words seemed to be a concern for Rebecca White, but in reality, they were a subtle reminder to Francis of Rebecca's troubled past.

After speaking, Faustina and her daughter Selina exchanged a knowing glance.

In their minds, Mr. Johnson might not be aware of this situation.

If he knew, would he still be willing to associate with Rebecca White?

Such blatant attempts to sow discord, bringing up the unmentionable, instantly froze the atmosphere at the dinner table.

"Enough," Galloway frowned, clearly protective of his granddaughter.

He shot a displeased look at Faustina and her daughter, "Can't you keep your mouth shut while eating?"

Forcing a smile, he turned to Francis, "Mr. Johnson, try the fish... It's Rebecca's favorite. I hope you like it too?"

"Thank you, Grandpa," Francis acknowledged with a gentle smile, picking up on Faustina's earlier words. "Regarding the marriage..."

He glanced at Rebecca White, "I respect Rebecca's wishes. As long as she agrees, I'm ready whenever she is."

Galloway was taken aback and looked at Rebecca White.

Rebecca was equally surprised, sipping her soup, she choked and shot a glare at Francis.

"Take it easy. Why so careless?" Francis quickly offered her a napkin, continuing his conversation with Galloway.

"I'm quite a few years older than Rebecca. At my age, I should have settled down already. But this is not something to rush; it needs Rebecca's consent."

Galloway let out a dry laugh, still processing the surprise.

He nodded, "It's a major life decision, can't be taken lightly."

"Exactly," Francis agreed, furrowing his brow slightly.

"Rebecca's previous marriage left her with a bad experience. It's only natural for her to be cautious."

Selina was taken aback, her smile frozen, feeling quite awkward.

Yet, she wasn't ready to leave just yet. Unwilling to give up, she bit her lip and sat down on the sofa opposite him, placing the fruit platter on the coffee table and sliding it towards him.

"Mr. Johnson, have some fruit? I'm not sure what you like, so I just prepared a bit of everything."

"No, thank you," Francis declined again, still offering no explanation.

Selina was at a loss for words. How could he be so unresponsive?

But he wasn't like this with Rebecca White.

His aloofness only fueled Selina's determination.

"Mr. Johnson," Selina said with a smile, "You don't like fruit, do you? How about I make you a cup of tea? Grandpa has some really nice teas. What kind of tea do you like?"

At last, Francis reacted, looking up to meet her gaze directly.