Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 939

The next day, Rebecca White wrapped up a long day at the office, saved her last document, powered down her computer, and slung her bag over her shoulder as she clocked out for the day.

Exiting the elevator, she made her way through the lobby when a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Rebecca!”

With a slight shiver, she frowned and turned around.

“Rebecca!” Eddy bounded from the waiting area couch, jogging toward her.

Feigning ignorance, she said, “Finished for the day.”

Rebecca took a step back, “How did you find me here?”

“If I want to find out, I will,” Eddy replied, looking down at her with a pleading tone.

“Tired? How about dinner tonight?”

“Do you really think I can stomach a meal with you?”

Rebecca chuckled lowly, shaking her head. “Eddy, save your energy. You refuse to sign the papers, so I’ve filed for divorce. Wait for the court summons.”

“Rebecca!”

Eddy stiffened, reaching out to grab her.

“Don’t touch me!”

Rebecca recoiled in horror, her face paling as if she had been greatly frightened.

“Rebecca?”

Eddy paused, realizing something. A bitter smile appeared on his lips, “I'm not going to hurt you. I know I was wrong, and I’ve changed…”

While speaking, he pulled a velvet box from his pocket, “I have a gift for you. I saw it and thought you’d like it…”

“I don’t want it!”

Rebecca showed no interest, “Stop doing this! All I want now is a divorce, to end this marriage…”

Her eyes welled up as she firmly met his gaze.

“If you have any respect for what we once had, please, let me go!”

With that, she turned and ran.

“Rebecca!”

Eddy chased after her.

“Ah…”

Hearing this, Francis’s frown deepened, his expression darkening.

“He won’t agree to a divorce?”

Rebecca nodded again.

Francis let out a low, cold laugh, “Need my help?”

“No…”

Rebecca shook her head, gradually calming down. She turned to look at Francis and smiled.

“Thank you, but I’ve already filed for divorce.”

As for his persistence, as long as she ignored him, there wasn’t much he could do once the court’s decision was made.

“Hmm.”

Francis nodded, “Who’s your lawyer?”

“Mr. Cooper, Nanson Cooper.”

It was Sherilyn who recommended him, a close friend’s cousin.