Chapter 10
Rebekah’s fingers curled slightly.
As she met the man’s eyes and took in his silver hair, it took her a moment to find her voice. “Jensen Hawthorne p>
The face before her merged with the memory of a grim-faced boy, covered in blood but still brandishing a knife at her. The man he had become had shed the cold hostility of his youth, replaced by a calm, gentle demeanor. Yet, an unmistakable aura of power and authority now surrounded him.
“I’m surprised you remember me p>
Jensen paused, the corners of his dark eyes lifting in a cool, knowing smile.
*It’s been a long time… Rebekah p>
Rebekah was just as surprised. Before she was married, she had spent some time abroad studying medicine. It was then that she had found Jensen, wounded from a gunshot. Feeling a sense of kinship as they were both from the same country, she had saved his life. She hadn’t expected his first action upon waking to be pressing a knife to her throat.
At the time, his handsome face was contorted with a fierce, chilling rage, and she couldn’t help but feel a flicker of pity for him, like an older sister for a troubled younger brother.
But that flicker of pity had faded in the chaos that followed Candice’s return.
She had rushed back home and was married not long after. Jensen had sent her an email congratulating her on her wedding.
Never in her life did she imagine she would see him again—and certainly not transformed into such a gentle, refined gentleman.
“Getting in?” Jensen’s voice was a low, magnetic hum. He looked at her, and though his words were a question, they held an undercurrent of command.
Rebekah’s gaze finally fell on the car.
A Rolls-Royce.
She froze for a second before ducking her head and getting in.
When she had met him abroad, he had been a poor student, living on the streets. The look in his eyes had softened her heart, and she had taken him in.
Now, years later, she was the one in a pitiful state.
Sitting in the back seat, Rebekah let out a small laugh. “Looks like you’ve done well for yourself these past few years. Struck it rich p>
Jensen paused, a glint in his eyes. “It’s a rental,” he said with a soft chuckle.
“What?” Rebekah blinked.
“I’m here in the city to meet with a client. Gotta rent the car and the watch to make a good impression p>
He said it so casually, without a trace of embarrassment. Rebekah didn’t know whether to laugh or cry She studied him from the back seat. The suit and watch fit him perfectly. The accessories might be rented, but his natural air of nobility was something that couldn’t be faked. He was a pretty good actor.
Their eyes met in the rearview mirror for a fleeting moment, and she quickly looked away.
“As for you, Miss Fletcher… those injuries p>
Jensen’s gaze swept over her in the mirror, lingering on her pale face. “Does it hurt p>
His voice was even, but held a note of restrained warmth.
“I fell,” she mumbled, looking down with a bitter smile. She must look so pathetic and ugly p>
But she didn’t know Jensen well enough to share her troubles.
An awkward silence fell between them. The warmth inside the car was comforting, and before she knew it, Rebekah had drifted off to sleep.
Jensen’s gaze, however, remained on her. He watched the sleeping woman, her dark lashes trembling slightly against her cheeks a hint of unease in her expression that did nothing to detract from her striking, cool beauty.
The information he had uncovered about her flashed through his mind, and he
suppressed the rage that surged within him.
His eyes narrowed, a chilling, dangerous light swirling in their depths.
After a long moment, he gently stroked her cheek, a tender,
possessive smile playing on his lips. His voice was barely a whisper as if he were afraid to disturb her