Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



"You're really getting the hang of it."

Rebecca White said with a cheery smile, gently patting his chubby cheeks, "James, you're so smart. Finished all your homework already?" Glancing at the clock, they were twenty minutes ahead of schedule.

It wasn't quite time for her to clock out yet.

"What do you want to do next, James?"

Pondering for a moment, James tilted his head, "Ms. White, can we play hide and seek?"

"Hide and seek?"

Rebecca White thought for a moment but didn't decline, "Sure, why not."

Since James was still quite young, Francis had mentioned there was no need for extra tasks. If they had some free time, playing was perfectly fine. "So, who's going to be 'it'?"

"James!" James said with a wide grin, "I'll hide and you seek, okay?"

"Alright then."

James scurried off, and in a short while, came back with a men's silk scarf, waving it at Rebecca White.

"Ms. White, bend down. I'll cover your eyes!"

"Okay."

Rebecca White crouched down in front of him with a smile.

As the scarf covered her eyes, she caught a familiar scent.

It dawned on her belatedly that this scarf must belong to Francis.

In the moments she couldn't see, it was this scent that enveloped her...

Just like him, gentle and serene, yet impossible to ignore.

She still hadn't figured out why Francis was so attentive to her...

"Ms. White!"

Suddenly, James's voice rang out, "I'm hidden now, come find me!"

"Alright."

With her eyes covered, Rebecca White stood up, moving cautiously, feeling around.

Muttering to herself, "Where could James be? Not here, not there either..." "Giggle..."

James's laughter echoed nearby.

"Ms. White, I'm over here!"

"Where?"

The two of them, one big and one small, were lost in their playful

banter, their laughter filling theel

expansive space.

At that moment, the Johnson Mansion was home to only the little master, James.

Sylvia had been admitted to the

hospital for some rest and wasn't

home. The servants, without any specific instructions, were albbusy with their own tasks.

Entering the living room, Francis switched his shoes and walked in while on a call.

Casually sitting on the couch, his expression was neutral, "Alright, I understand. Let's leave it at that..." Just as he ended the call, he saw Rebecca White, blindfolded, hands outstretched, groping around. What was she up to?

Before he could voice his confusion, Rebecca White suddenly turned towards him.

With a smile and pointing in his direction, she said, "Don't move! You think I can't catch you this time?"

Francis was momentarily speechless.

What was happening?

Swallowing hard, he stayed in his seated position, daring not to move an inch.

"Ha ha!"

Rebecca White laughed, lunging towards him with open arms and hugging him tightly.

To prevent her from falling, Francis instinctively caught her.

As she pressed down, her lips inadvertently brushed against the corner of his mouth.

Francis tensed, a shiver running through his body, his grip on her tightening involuntarily.

"Gotcha, didn't I?"

Rebecca White, oblivious to the mix-up, continued laughing, "Ha ha... Let's see where you can run now?"

Francis was speechless, wondering if he should perhaps visit Serene Faith Chapel for some luck.

"Hm?"

Soon enough, Rebecca White realized something was off.

This wasn't James!

How big

four ornovelbin

James be? Just a

inr-old tot! But the

person she was hugging

significantly larger! Cow

Rebecca White startled, hurriedly pulling off the scarf from her eyes, finally seeing who was in front of her.