Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 375

Chapter 375 

Sawyer nodded, “So, about that issue, here’s what went down…” 

Francis listened intently, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter. Could it really be like this? 

Once Sawyer finished, Francis nodded, “Alright, I got it. It’s getting late, you should head off to bed.” 

“Yes, Mr. Francis.” 

Going back to his bedroom, Francis was lost in thought. 

Slowly making his way to the bedside, he pulled open the drawer of his nightstand, retrieving a small box–it contained a hair clip. 

Holding it in his hand, he caressed it absentmindedly. 

“Francis. 

The door opened, and Caroline came in with a cup of tea. “I thought you might have fallen asleep. You didn’t answer when I knocked. What’s on your mind…?” 

Before she could finish, Caroline’s expression changed drastically. She saw it! 

Francis snapped back to reality, his grip tightening, attempting to hide the hair clip. 

“What are you hiding?” 

Caroline’s face turned stern, her voice icy, as she stepped forward. “I saw it! Francis, didn’t you say you’d thrown it away? Why do you still have it?” 

“Let’s just calm down,” Francis said, his brow furrowed, trying to keep his voice even. “I haven’t forgotten my promise to you.” 

“Forgotten?” Caroline didn’t believe him. A sad smile played on her lips as her voice broke 

with emotion. 

“Francis, for you, I’ve swallowed my pride, compromised more than I should. It doesn’t mean you can walk all over me!” 

With that, she rushed towards Francis, determined to take the hair clip from him. “You said you’d throw it away! It shouldn’t even exist! I’ll do it for you! I’ll throw it away!” 

She grabbed for Francis‘ hand, trying to snatch the hair clip. 

“Just calm down!” 

But Francis was ready for her, blacking her attempt as she lunged for him. 

“Ah!” Unexpectedly, Caroline stumbled and fell to the ground, the cup of tea in her hand spilling, the hot liquid scalding her arm. 

“Caroline!” Francis was shocked; he hadn’t anticipated this turn of events. 

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Chapter 375 

He immediately wheeled himself over, reaching out. “Are you hurt? Get up! Is your arm okay?” 

Oh, the irony. 

Caroline, however, ignored his concern, a cold laugh escaping her as she looked down at the floor. 

“Francis, to think you’d treat me this way…!” 

She scrambled up, not sparing Francis a glance, clutching her arm as she ran out. 

“Caroline!” Francis frantically pushed his wheelchair, but how could he catch up to someone running away? 

He grabbed his phone, dialing a number. “Sawyer, it’s me.” 

Tonight, Sunhaven was caught in a mix of rain and snow. 

The air was damp and gloomy. 

After returning from the golf course, Gilbert and Sherilyn had stayed in, watching an American TV series Sherilyn hadn’t finished, projected on the big screen after dinner. 

Gradually, Gilbert grew restless.