Chapter 111
He didn’t notice her frown deepening.
“You know,” Rebekah began, her tone suddenly serious, “it doesn’t really matter how much money you make in life p>
After applying ointment to the last bruise, Jensen finally looked up at her, his eyes filled with confusion. He had no idea what she was talking about.
“I know we live in a materialistic world, especially in a place like The Capital. It’s easy to get dazzled by it all. I get it,” she continued. “But you can’t let your desires control you to the point where you do things you’ll regret. That’s not a good path to go down, you know p>
Jensen’s dark eyes were fixed on her face. “What are you trying to say p>
Rebekah cleared her throat. Jensen had helped her so many times; he was her friend. She couldn’t just stand by and watch him go down the wrong path. “That woman from before, Ms. Hawthorne… she’s not really your boss, is she p>
A shadow passed over Jensen’s face, and he remained silent. To Rebekah, his silence was a confession. Her heart sank.
Steeling herself, she said, “Jensen, I won a million dollars at the designer showcase yesterday. I’m going to use it to open my own studio. If you help me find clients, I’ll give you a generous commission. But there’s one condition: you have to break things off with Ms. Hawthorne. The two of you are not right for each other p>
Jensen tilted his head, processing her words. It slowly dawned on him what she was implying. She had completely misunderstood his relationship with Faye.
“Are you saying,” he asked, a slow smile spreading across his face, “that you want to be my sugar mama p>
“What? No! I’m offering you a job with a salary p>
Seeing her completely serious expression, Jensen couldn’t help but chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” she demanded.
He pulled the black card out of his pocket again. “You saw this card and assumed
I was having an affair with Ms. Hawthorne p>
*Well, wasn’t he p>
He handed the card to her. “Take a closer look p>
Puzzled, Rebekah took it. Upon closer inspection, she realized it wasn’t an exclusive black credit card, but just a regular black-colored bank card. She had been mistaken.
“You mistook this for a black card, didn’t you? And you thought there was no way I could have one, so you assumed I was being kept by someone p>
Rebekah clutched the card, a flush of embarrassment creeping up her neck An awkward silence settled between them wensen just looked at her waiting. With a forced laugh, she handed it back. “Sorry, I was wrong p>
“So, in my dear sister’s eyes, I’m the kind of person who would sell his soul for material possessions,” Jensen sighed, feigning heartbreak as he took the card back.
Rebekah’s guilt intensified. “Of course not! I was just worried about you. I wasn’t questioning your character, I promise p>
Seeing her distress, Jensen dropped the act. His eyes, catching the warm glow of the streetlights, seemed to sparkle. “I’m just messing with you p>
He slipped the card back into his pocket, his fingertips brushing against the real black card hidden within. A slight smile touched his lips. You were serious about opening a studio p>
Rebekah nodded. “Of course p>
“When are you starting p>
She sighed. “Not yet. The timing isn’t right.” With all the vicious rumors swirling online she couldn’t launch a studio while her name was still being dragged through the mud. She had to clear her name first.