Having moved abroad with her mother at a young age, Rebecca White’s room still carried the charm of her childhood days.
The bed was adorned with pink sheets, and a collection of fluffy stuffed animals sat at the headboard.
Francis couldn’t help but smile as he picked up a teddy bear. I always wondered why James is so attached to his teddy. Now I see it’s just like yours.
Rebecca felt a bit embarrassed, taking the bear from his hands. Don’t look at those. They’re what I liked as a kid, kind of childish.
Not at all.
Francis shook his head, his voice gentle and affectionate as he gazed at her.
I only wish I’d met you sooner. This way, I get to know more about you.
He then asked, Do you have any photo albums?
Rebecca paused for a moment, then nodded. Yeah, I do.
Of course, she had them.
Can I take a look? Francis reached out his hand.
Rebecca couldn’t find a reason to refuse. Alright, just a moment.
She turned around, retrieved a photo album from the shelf, and handed it to him. Here you go.
Thanks.
Knock, knock.
Just as Francis got the album, there was a knock at the door.
It was Selina.
Rebecca opened the door, What’s up?
Hey, sis.
Selina grinned, Sorry to interrupt you and Mr. Johnson, but the kitchen’s a bit hectic. Could you lend a hand?
Sure.
Rebecca wasn’t one to freeload, so she nodded and turned to Francis. Hang out here for a bit. I’ll be down for dinner.
Sounds good.
Let’s go.
Rebecca closed the door and left.
Francis lowered his head and opened the album.
Inside were photos of Rebecca from her birth, to her first hundred days, gradually growing up over time.
He looked through them quietly, a smile spreading across his face.
As the evening descended, it was time for dinner.
Galloway came downstairs and called
Out
to Francis, Mr. Johnson,
you’re our guest, please have a seat at the head of the table.
I couldn’t possibly.
Francis politely declined. I’m Rebecca’s boyfriend, please don’t stand on ceremony. I wouldn’t want to offend.
With Francis’ insistence, Galloway didn’t push further.
Alright then, as you wish, Mr. Johnson, make yourself at home.
Everyone, take a seat.
Faustina smiled and said, Mr.
Johnson, it’s your first time with us,
aver get
and time’s been short, so we
apologize for the simple fare just some home-cooked meals.
Thank you, Mrs. White.
Francis glanced at Rebecca White and said, I’m easy to please with food.
He then picked up a bowl in front of her and pointed to the soup tureen on the table. Let me get you some soup first.
Before serving, he explained to Galloway, Grandpa, Rebecca likes to sip a bit of soup before a meal.
Yes.
Galloway smiled, nodding repeatedly.
He had raised his granddaughter, so he naturally knew her habits.
The old man was pleased. This Mr. Johnson seemed to understand her well, showing how considerate he was.
Francis poured the soup, placed it in front of Rebecca White, and cautioned, Be careful, it’s hot.
His gentle fussing over Rebecca was almost tangible.
Across the table, Selina watched with wide eyes.
Finally, she couldn’t hold back.
She smiled, feigning casual interest, Mr. Johnson, you and my sister seem really close. Do you have any plans for marriage?
Selina.
Galloway immediately frowned, Focus on your meal. Your sister’s matters are none of your concern!
This younger granddaughter was doing it on purpose!
He knew Rebecca’s situation well-recently divorced.
Moreover, with the Johnsons being such a prominent family, Rebecca’s
circumstances…
Even though Galloway was quite pleased with Francis, marrying into the Johnson
family would be a tough road for Rebecca.
Seeing her daughter being reprimanded, Faustina wasn’t happy about it.
She smirked, her smile not reaching her eyes.
Dad, don’t be upset. Selina’s just concerned about Rebecca. Her previous marriage was such a
mess… We’re just worried about her…