Chapter 46
He was asking if she had worked on any designs.
Rebekah thought of the sketch now reduced to ash in the fireplace. She wasn’t sad about the drawing itself; even after hours of work, it failed to capture the vision in her mind. The design lacked soul, and the linework was painfully flawed.
She looked at her right hand, a wave of doubt washing over her. Was a career in art even possible for her?
She typed back a message.
‘No inspiration, so I haven’t drawn anything p>
She expected the conversation to end there, but a second later, her phone rang. Jensen’s voice, low and magnetic, came through the receiver.
“Rebekah, is it a lack of inspiration, or a hand that won’t obey p>
Rebekah’s fingers trembled. It felt as if he could see right through her, as if he were standing in the room, piercing her fragile defenses.
“Both,” she admitted honestly. The physical injury was one thing, but every time she picked up a pencil, the memories of prison flooded back.
There was a brief silence on the other end. “Wounds can heal,” he said finally. “But if you give up in your heart, then there really is no future p>
He was comforting her.
“How about this? It’s supposed to be sunny tomorrow. The sunset at Ridgeview is famous. We could go see it. Maybe you’ll find some inspiration. Will you come?” he asked, his voice soft, almost tentative.
Rebekah nodded, as if he could see her, and asked him to send the address. Having him pick her up from the estate would likely cause problems.
After a two-second pause, he simply said, “Okay p>
After hanging up, Jensen sat on a plush leather sofa, his expression grim.
The private room was silent enough to hear a pin drop. Everyone had watched his face shift as he spoke on the phone, the warmth vanishing the moment be disconnected replaced by a terrifying, coldaura No one dared to speak.
Suddenly, Jensen turned to the man sitting next to him. “I’ll connect you with my
contacts in the western garment trade, but you have to do one thing for me p>
Quentin Quinn’s eyes lit up. He turned to the others in the room. “You guys carry on!” he said, before pulling Jensen out into the hallway.
“Quick, what’s the condition? I need to get ready p>
Jensen draped his jacket over his arm, the muscles beneath his shirt taut and defined. His expressive eyes narrowed as he glanced at the man beside him Im going to introduce you to a designer. Dwant you to mentor her properly
Quentin was baffled. That was it? For a piece of Jensen’s western business, he
would have mentored a hundred designers.
“No problem p>
With that confirmation, Jensen turned to leave.
“You’re not staying p>
“No time p>
A moment later, he was gone. Quentin scratched his head,
completely bewildered. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of
designer was so talented
that
Jensen would go to such lengths to
cultivate her career?
At the Forrester Family Estate, Shawn immediately told Benjamin about how
Rebekah had refused to cook for him.
“Dad, Mom is getting worse and worse. Just divorce her. I really want Aunt Candice to be my mom p>