Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 710



Before she could protest, Francis said, "Jane is busy, I'll take you there."

"Oh..."

Rebecca White nodded, allowing him to lead her into the dining room.

She couldn't see, but she could feel Francis, carefully guiding and pulling out a chair for her, then helping her to sit down.

"There, you can sit now."

"Thanks," she replied with a nod.

The caregiver gave Francis a smile, stepped back silently, and left the room, leaving just the two of them.

The room wasn't brightly lit, only the wall lights of the dining area were on.

On the oak dining table, a candlestick was lit, creating a cozy atmosphere.

To accommodate Rebecca White, Francis pulled up a chair and sat beside her. The candlelight cast a soft glow on her face.

Francis unconsciously swallowed and picked up the decanter from the table, pouring two glasses of red wine.

"What's this?" Rebecca asked, sensing the aroma, "Red wine?"

"Yes," Francis nodded, "It's your birthday, let's drink to that."

"Sure."

"Here." He took her hand and handed her the glass, "Got it?"This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Rebecca chuckled, "You're fussier than Jane. I might be blind, but I can hold a glass." "My bad."

Francis gently agreed and raised his glass, gently clinking it against hers.

"Happy Birthday."

Rebecca paused for a moment, her voice slightly choked, "Thank you."

Holding the glass, she took a sip and then said, "This wine..."

"What about it?" Francis frowned, "Don't like it?"

"No..." Rebecca shook her head, "This taste, is it Lafite?"

Again, she tasted, "The year... '66?"

"Yes." Francis nodded, a bit surprised, "You can tell? Are you a wine connoisseur?"

"Not really."

Rebecca laughed, "I grew up abroad

with my mom. She later married-

foreigner, my stepfather owns a

vineyard, and we had a private winery at home."

She sounded a bit embarrassed.

"When I was younger, I didn't know any better and drank wine like it was water. So, I guess I know a bit..."

Seeing her bright smile, a shadow fell over Francis's dignified face.

Rebecca too had been brought up luxury, her life should have

and peaceful if not forel

meeting him... Content he

him...

She had suffered in these years.

Putting down his glass, Francis started serving her food, cutting the meat for her.

"Got you some food, eat slowly. Let me know what you like, and I'll get you more."

"Okay."

Rebecca held the spoon, eating in small bites.

Noticing her good appetite, Francis couldn't help but smile, "Save some room, there's still a birthday cake."

"Ah!" Rebecca exclaimed, her eyes curving into crescents, "There's really a cake?"

"Yes, later, I'll help you blow out the candles and cut the cake..."

"Yeah."

Rebecca, beaming, put down her spoon and leaned forward, "Francis, can you call Jane for me?"

"Jane's taken a break."

Francis steadied her arm, "What do you need? I can help."

"I need the restroom..." Rebecca's cheeks warmed, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Francis didn't mind, "I'm not sure where Jane went."

Cautious not to let her bump into

anything, he pulled back her chain et

and

Book her hand, "I'll take you!!!

there..."

Her hand, delicate and soft, fit perfectly in his.