Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

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, blocking 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.

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

Oh, the irony.

Caroline,

concrenewever, ignored his

as

à cold laugh escaping bet

looked down at the

he 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

up to someone belongs

away?

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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.

He leaned in, kissing her, moving from her hair down. "Sherilyn, can we...? It's been days."

Before Sherilyn could respond, the doorbell rang.

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Sherilyn gave him a playful look. "Must be someone after you. Go check it out."

Reluctantly, Gilbert let her go and got up.

Who could it be? In this weather, who wouldn't prefer staying cozy at home instead of coming over?

But when he opened the door...

"Caroline?"

Caroline barged in, eyes red from crying. Seeing Gilbert only made her more upset.

Tears streamed down her face as she stammered, "Gilbert..."

Taking a couple of steps forward, her eyelids drooped, and she collapsed into Gilbert's arms.

Startled, Gilbert's arms shot up, his face turning pale with shock. "Caroline..."