Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



Frank trailed behind her, watching as she scrambled to turn off the stove.

He noticed an open bag of instant noodles on the counter. Was that her dinner?

Rebecca White turned around, not expecting him to be so close, her heart skipped a beat.

She instinctively stepped back and pointed, "Mr. Johnson, perhaps we should talk over there."

Frank, however, seemed not to hear, his brow furrowed deeply.

His tone and expression were dark, clearly displeased by the sight of the instant noodles. "Is this what you're having?"

"What?"

Rebecca White paused, taking a couple of seconds to realize what he was referring to.

"You mean the noodles? Yes... Why, is there a problem?"

Frank was visibly frustrated, "Where is all your money going? Can't you afford a decent meal?"

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Rebecca White was taken aback. She had been saving her money, mostly to pay him back.

Besides, it's not like she ate instant noodles for every meal.

Moreover, "Mr. Johnson, isn't this my business?"

Implying that it was none of his concern, nor was it something he could control.

"You..."

Frank's temples throbbed with anger, reminded of the old saying about the unpredictability of dealing with certain people. He couldn't meddle in this?

Then he'd meddle where he could!

"Ms. White."

Frank's eyes narrowed as he stared at her, "You've been absent from work for several days without a word. Don't you think you owe an explanation?" "Absent from work?"

Rebecca White was stunned, her eyes widening, "But that day, Sylvia sent me away, and you were there too..."

"I'm asking you."

Frank cut her off coldly, demanding, "Who hired you?"

Obviously, it was him.

"Hmph." Frank let out a low chuckle, "Since our relationship is that of employer and employee, did I ever dismiss you?"

"

Rebecca White was speechless.

Though he hadn't, "Sylvia said I couldn't come back..."

"Even if you weren't coming."

Frank shook his head, ignoring her response to continue, "You should have at least called in, shouldn't you?" "Mr. Johnson!"

Rebecca White raised her voice, arguing, "I can't go back there! So, I'm resigning right now!"

"Resign?"

Frank mulled over the words, feeling a prickling irritation.

He had been trying so hard to reach out to her, but she kept pulling away...

"No!" Frank's gaze darkened, flatly rejecting her.

"Why not?"

"I don't agree!"

Frank looked down at her, "James is very particular, you know how hard it is to find a suitable tutor? You can't just quit. Have you thought about how he feels? He really likes you!"

At the mention of James, Rebecca White fell silent.

Even feeling a bit guilty and worried.

Frowning, she hesitantly asked, "Is James... okay?"

"Finally thinking of him?"

Frank's laugh was cold, "You left him hanging without a word, and he's been nagging me about Ms. White... do you think he's okay?"

"..." Rebecca White frowned, troubled, "But I... Mr. Johnson, please find him another teacher?"

Still wanting to resign?

Frank felt a wave of helplessness, sighing as he nodded, "Alright... but..."

He swiftly changed the subject,

"Until we find a suitable

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"Yes..." Rebecca White hesitated before nodding, "But Sylvia..."

"You don't need to worry about that."

Seeing her soften a bit and understanding her concerns, Frank's tone became more gentle.