Chapter 100
Quentin stayed behind to smooth things over with the remaining designers while Jensen escorted Rebekah out of The Victory Chop House.
“What were you doing here?” Rebekah asked, breaking the awkward silence. She knew he was friends with Quentin, but it still seemed strange for him to be at an event like this.
Jensen didn’t answer her question directly. He turned to face her. “I came to ask you what you meant by what you said at the hospital p>
Rebekah remembered their conversation. *This is my family’s business. Please don’t get involved p>
“I meant what I said,” she replied, her tone even. “This is my family’s business. Your involvement will only cause unnecessary trouble p>
Jensen let out a short, humorless laugh. He had suspected this was her reason for pushing him away, but it still stung. “You think Benjamin will misunderstand our relationship and it will ruin your happy home?” His voice was sharp, and Rebekah looked at him in surprise.
“Of course not p>
“Or do you think he’ll get rid of me the same way he dealt with the person who gave false testimony against you? Is that it? You think he’ll run me out of The Capital p>
Rebekah’s eyes widened. “How… how did you know?” She was shocked that he knew her fears, that he even knew about the false witness in her case. How did he know so much about her?
They stood under a streetlight, the yellow glow casting shadows on his face, obscuring his expression. “Rebekah,” he said, his voice laced with disappointment, “I thought we were friends p>
He sounded like a wounded puppy, and she felt a pang of guilt. “I p>
“You helped me when I was abroad. I’ve never forgotten that. Helping you now is just me returning the favor p>
She rarely heard him mention their time abroad. She frowned, unsure how to respond. “You know what Benjamin’s family is capable of. I don’t want your life to be affected because of me p>
“He doesn’t have the power to affect my life,” Jensen said, a faint smile playing on his lips. His voice was soft, but it carried an unmistakable air of authority.
Rebekah looked at him, puzzled.
Jensen deliberately changed the subject, his gaze turning soft and pleading. This is a civilized society As powerful as Benjamin is he cant touch me. You don’t have to worry. Unless He paused. “You just don’t want to be close to me. You don’t want to be my friend p>
Backed into a corner, what could she say? A genuine smile finally broke through her worry. “Thank you, Jensen p>
His charming eyes curved, a flicker of triumphant cunning in their depths. He knew she had a soft spot.
Jensen offered to drive her home,
but Rebekah firmly refused. He looked at her with a hurt expression, but she was resolute, shooing him away when need your help. Ewon’t Wh I
hesitate to ask. But please, stay out of my family drama. The last thing you need are rumors spreading that might ruin your chances of finding a wife p>
He had no choice but to watch her get into a taxi. As it drove away, kis gentle smile faded, and his eyes grew dark. He watched the taillights disappear into the night a
possessive glint in his eyes
The only wife he would ever have was her.
He pulled out his phone and made a call to his assistant. “It’s time to teach a few media outlets a lesson p>
On the way home, Rebekah received a text from Patricia, confirming their dinner
plans for the next day. Seeing no reason to refuse, she agreed.