Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Rebecca woke up to her housekeeper's announcement, "Mr. Francis is already here."

It had been arranged that Francis would take her for an eye check-up today.

With a little help, Rebecca made her way to the living room and greeted him with a reserved smile, "Good morning, Mr. Francis."

Francis just nodded slightly as he made himself comfortable on the couch, barely acknowledging her.

Rebecca thought, "Not this again... What do I do now? Maybe I should start a conversation?"

Right when she was feeling like a fish out of water, Sherilyn arrived.

"Sherilyn!" Rebecca felt a wave of relief wash over her.

"Hey, Rebecca," Sherilyn walked briskly towards her, linking arms. "Sorry, couldn't make it last night."

"It's alright," Rebecca reassured her, glancing towards the couch. "Thankfully, Mr. Francis took care of everything."

"Yeah." Sherilyn smiled at Francis. "Francis, sorry for the trouble again."

"Nothing." Francis' response was as brief as ever.

He stood up and headed out, signaling Sherilyn to follow.

"Sherilyn..." ." Rebecca whispered anxiously, "Do you think Mr. Francis is upset with me?"

"Why would you think that?" Sherilyn whispered back, glancing at Francis' retreating figure.

"Well..." Rebecca's eyes widened, "Since waking up yesterday, I've been the only one talking. He hasn't said anything back to me... Well, except for 'mm-hmm.' Does he find me annoying? I know I've been a handful."

Sherilyn almost laughed, "No way, Francis is just like that, a man of few words."

"Really?" Rebecca seemed relieved, patting her chest. "That's good. I was worried I was bothering him too much."

Sherilyn reassured her, "Francis is the kindest person I know."

"Is that so?" Rebecca tilted her head,

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The doctor Francis took Rebecca to see was highly sought after, requiring appointments to be

ade

a month in advance, with surgeries booked out for two months.

After a thorough examination, the doctor offered hope for Rebecca's condition.

"Sherilyn!" Rebecca was overjoyed, clutching Sherilyn's hand.

"That's great news," Sherilyn shared in her joy.

The doctor glanced at Francis, "Mr. Johnson, the schedule is pretty tight. It's hard to fit in new patients."

Francis, always the gentleman,

replied, "Let's schedule her for the

first slot in two months. Of course, if

Taking comes up sooner, we'll

take it. Is that okay?"

Agreeing to wait, they appreciated Francis' gentle approach.

Leaving the hospital, Rebecca genuinely thanked Francis, "Mr. Francis, I can't thank you enough."

He glanced at her, "Mm."

Rebecca pouted slightly, squeezing Sherilyn's hand, whispering, "See?"