Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1127

In just a few seconds, Francis found himself deep in thought as he gazed at Selina.

Suddenly, he gave a slight smile. "No need to fuss. Your sister will be out any minute now..."

He reached for the fruit platter on the table.

"I'm not really a fruit person, but it’s hard to refuse such kindness."

With that, he picked up a slice of apple, popped it into his mouth, and said, "See? I ate it."

His smile widened, and he flashed a grin at Selina.

That grin made Selina’s heart skip a beat!

Francis was undeniably handsome, but he usually had a serious expression. Who knew that when he smiled, he was even more charming!

Selina felt a slight warmth on her cheeks, a sense of excitement bubbling up inside her.

She wasn’t ready to leave just yet. She had to find something to talk about.

Pointing at Francis’s phone, she asked, "Mr. Johnson, are you busy?"

"Not at all." Francis immediately locked his phone. "Just browsing through things with nothing better to do."

Seizing the opportunity, Selina suggested, "How about we exchange numbers?"

Her heart was racing. Would he refuse?

"Sure thing."

To her surprise, Francis nodded and agreed without hesitation, unlocking his phone and opening up the contacts app.

"Shall I scan yours?"

"Yes!" Selina beamed, leaning closer to add him as a contact.

Suddenly, Francis gave her a quick glance and whispered, "Your sister’s coming down!"

"Oh."

Selina heard the footsteps too. Looking up, she saw Rebecca White descending the stairs.

Quickly, Selina tucked her phone away and picked up the fruit platter.

She gave Francis a shy smile. "Since you don't like fruit, next time, I'll treat you to something you do like."

"Sounds good."

"I’ll be off then. Let’s keep in touch!"

"Sure."

As the car pulled away, she glanced out the window and locked eyes with Selina, who gave her a cheeky smile.

For some reason, Rebecca White felt like Selina was up to something mischievous.

Reflecting on the events of the evening, she couldn’t help but glance at the man beside her, wondering if it had something to do with him.

"What?" Francis asked, puzzled. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing..." Rebecca White shook her head, feeling a bit exasperated.

What was she even thinking? There was no evidence to suggest anything. And even if there was something between Selina and Francis, what could she do about it?

...

Francis drove Rebecca White to Rosewood Mansion.

The car came to a stop at the entrance.

"It’s late," Francis said, staying in the car. "I won’t walk you in. I’ll wait here until you’re inside before I leave."

"Okay."

Rebecca White nodded, unbuckling her seatbelt and stepping out of the car.