Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1161

Rebecca White spun around, ready to leave.

“Where are you going?”

She barely took a step before Francis caught her wrist.

“I’m just going to find the housekeeper…”

Rebecca felt a lot more awake now, and explained, “The guest room needs to be tidied up before someone can sleep in it.”

Francis let out a low chuckle, a half-smirk flickering at the corners of his mouth, “You want me to sleep in the guest room?”

Rebecca blinked, momentarily confused.

Wait, was that…not right?

Sure, it was his house, but she’d already claimed the master bedroom.

“Rebecca,” Francis said her name softly, his eyes narrowing as he studied her. “Are you really that clueless, or are you just pretending?”

Rebecca stared, “What do you mean?”

Suddenly, her cheeks flushed as the implication hit her. Was he saying…?

Francis stepped closer, their faces nearly touching. His breath was warm against her skin as he spoke.

“I want to sleep in the master bedroom,” he said, clear as day.

Of course! That’s what she thought he meant!

“Is that okay?” Francis asked, his hand sliding around her waist, gently guiding her back toward the bedroom.

Rebecca took slow, stumbling steps, her heart racing. “But…”

“But what?” Francis prompted her, “We already slept together tonight, didn’t we?”

By now, they were inside the master bedroom. Francis nudged the door shut with his foot.

He lowered his forehead to hers.

“Let me stay,” he whispered. “Please?”

And then, before Rebecca could answer, he scooped her up so effortlessly she barely had time to gasp, laying her gently down on the bed.

She lay there, her mind a blank haze, staring up at Francis’ handsome, composed face.

“Rebecca,” he murmured, leaning over her, his hand brushing softly against her cheek. “If you ever feel uncomfortable, just tell me to stop, okay? I’ll stop right away.”