Chapter 110
“How have I changed?” Rebekah asked, confused.
Jensen leaned in slightly, his dark eyes fixed on her still-beautiful face. His own eyes, a captivating shape, held a hint of playful charm. “My dear sister, you never used to be so bold. Since when do you frequent nightclubs p>
*Sister again p>
For some reason, whenever Jensen called her that, it sent a strange flutter through her. The way the word rolled off his tongue seemed to carry a layer of intimacy. And coming from someone so handsome and with such a pleasant voice, it never felt cheap or sleazy.
“How do you know I’ve never been to a nightclub before?” she retorted, trying to suppress the odd feeling in her chest.
The truth was, she rarely went to such places. Before Candice returned to the Fletcher family, Rebekah had always been the perfect, dutiful daughter. The only time she’d ever set foot in a club was six years ago, to pick up a drunk Benjamin. One of his friends had called, and she had rushed out in a downpour to get him. Back home, he had clung to his wallet, crying drunkenly, “I’ll give you everything you want. I’ll only ever love you p>
At the time, she thought he was confessing his love to her and was moved beyond words. It was only now, after learning about the photo of him and Candice in that same wallet, that she understood his heartfelt confession was meant for another woman. She had merely been the stage for his drunken declaration.
The memory resurfaced, and she drifted off for a moment.
“What happened here?” Jensen’s sharp voice pulled her back. He was gripping her arm, his face grim.
Rebekah followed his gaze and saw the bruises on her arm, dark purple against her fair skin. They were from the wooden blocks Shawn had thrown at her last night. He hadn’t held back.
“I just bumped into something,” she lied, trying to pull her arm away, but he held on. The warmth of his hand was unsettling.
Jensen studied the marks, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He knew she was lying but didn’t call her out on it. He would make the entire Forrester family pay, sooner or later.
He led her toward a nearby pharmacy. “You need to be more careful. With your hand and leg already injured, you can’t afford to be reckless p>
“It’s not a big deal. They’ll fade in a few days p>
“Even small injuries need to be treated p>
Inside the pharmacy, Jensen bought some ointment. As he pulled out his phone to pay, a black card slipped out of his pocket. Rebekah, standing beside him, picked it up before he could.
She looked at him in disbelief. “This card… is it yours p>
An exclusive black card was not something a gig worker like Jensen
could possibly have. Her net
immediately flew back to the
an from the club She stared at
woman
him, a new wave of suspicion washing over her.
Jensen took the card from her,
slipped it back into his pocket, and led her out of the pharmacy. They found a bench on the sidewalk, and he began to gently apply the
ointment to her arm. His head was
bowed, his handsome face hidden the shadows. Content bétongs to
Rebekah hesitated, then finally asked in a hushed tone, “Jensen, you have a steady job, right p>
He nodded. “I do p>
“Are you in debt p>
He looked up, a puzzled expression on his face, but continued tending to her bruises. “No p>
“Do you need money p>
“No.” He answered truthfully.