Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Rebekah lowered her eyes and hung up without another word.
At the Forrester mansion, Benjamin stared at the disconnected
call, a sudden void opening in his chest. He went to redial by instinct, but Candice stopped him, resting her hand on his.
“I know how to handle women like her. The more she acts out, the more you have to ignore her. Otherwise, she’ll just walk all over you p>
Candice grinned. “Trust me, a woman knows a woman. With someone like my sister, you have to give her the cold shoulder. That’s how you keep her loyal p>
Benjamin considered her words, then put his phone away.
Candice had a point. He had been too good to Rebekah, and
it had made her arrogant. Now she even dared to talk about divorce. How could
she possibly survive without him?
It was time to give her a taste of the real world.
After the draining conversation, Rebekah felt completely exhausted. The old injuries in her leg and
hand began to ache. She sat on the
sofa, scrolling through her phone, when an ad for
an art exhibition caught her eye.
A spark ignited within her. Before she had started dancing, she had loved to draw. Her legs were beyond repair, but her hand could still hold a brush.
On the sofa, Rebekah’s cold expression softened into a smile, a new light shining in her eyes.
As long as she was alive, she would never give up on her dreams and passions. This wasn’t a tragedy; it was a new beginning.
The next day, Jensen knocked on her door again.
A faint smile played on
his lips as he carried in more groceries and made himself at home.
“Just checking in on the patient p>
His tone was lazy, but left no room for argument.
Seeing the array of dishes laid out on the table, Rebekah felt her heart swell with a forgotten warmth.
“I really don’t know how to thank
you,” she
she looked down, stret
said, her voice hoarse as
hair
falling.net>
across her cheek.
After all, Jensen was just an ordinary person. Even his car
and watch were rented. She felt bad for troubling him so many times.
A cold glint appeared in Jensen’s eyes but was quickly replaced by are smile. In that case, why
accompany me to a party?nt
A party?
She was taken aback, her gaze falling to her injured hand and leg.
A flicker of pity crossed Jensen’s face. “When your leg and
hand are a little better, of course,” he said slowly.
Rebekah still
hesitated. Years ago, she had been fascinated by the high-society galas and had begged Benjamin to take her to one. He had refused. She remembered his voice, devoid of any warmth. “Rebekah, the people at those events are all rich and powerful. I’m afraid you feel out of place. Besides, I don’t want other men looking at you. I want to keep you all to myself p>
Now she knew the truth. It
wasn’t that he wanted to protect her; it was that he was ashamed of her.
Seeing her hesitation, Jensen leaned in closer, his charming eyes glinting with amusement, but his tone held a hint of pressure.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to thank me, Miss Fletcher p>
His voice was still soft and even, but she saw a playful glint in his eyes.
Actually, she wanted to
go. It had been years since she had worn a beautiful dress.
So she nodded. “I will. When I’m a little better, I’ll go with you p>
Jensen leaned back in his chair. From an angle she couldn’t see, a possessive glint entered his eyes.
*My dear, whatever he couldn’t give you, I will p>