Chapter 189
“I’m sorry, I just got a little too emotional p>
“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” Jensen’s smile was warm, and a part of him wished she had held on longer. But he knew he couldn’t be too forward. He had come this far with her; he couldn’t risk messing it all up now.
Rebekah opened her palm, gazing at the pendant. “How did you fix this p>
“I saw the broken pieces when you were moving in,” Jensen explained. “Since you kept them, I figured they must be important. I’ve studied a bit of jewelry restoration, so fixing a pendant like this was fairly easy p>
Rebekah’s eyes lit up. “You know jewelry restoration p>
Jensen nodded. “A little.” He owed that skill to Ms. White, who was a gemologist and restorer. He had picked it up just by being around her. He watched Rebekah, seeing the excitement and gratitude in her eyes, with no trace of fear. He finally felt at ease.
“I should apologize, though, for taking your things without asking p>
Rebekah shook her head. “You’ve helped me more than you know p>
They stood there at the doorway, talking. A night breeze whistled softly through the hallway window. Rebekah realized she hadn’t invited him in, but having him over in the middle of the night didn’t feel quite right either.
She hesitated, but before she could say anything, Jensen spoke. “I just wanted to see your reaction. Now that I have, I should get going. You should get some rest p>
Rebekah looked at him. “Jensen, thank you.” It was the third time she had said it that night.
He looked back at her with a hint of amusement, his charming eyes sparkling in the warm light from her apartment. A playful smile touched his lips. He leaned in slightly, bringing his face level with hers.
“Just keep those ‘thank yous’ in mind,” he said, his voice a low murmur. “I’ll come to collect on them one day p>
The clean, fresh scent of him filled her senses. For a moment, she was mesmerized. By the time she blinked, he was already opening the door to his own apartment across the hall and disappearing inside.
Rebekah stood at her door for a few more seconds, a smile finally blooming on her face. She closed the door, the precious pendant held safely in her hand.
Whatever she owed Jensen, she would find a way to repay him.
The next day, at the Forrester Family Estate, Old Mr. Forrester’s condition had worsened. The doctors recommended hospitalization, but he stubbornly refused, insisting on staying home.
Benjamin carried a tray of medicine into his grandfather’s bedroom. The old man’s gaze shifted from the family photo in his hands to Benjamin’s face.
Benjamin handed him the medicine. “Grandpa, Dad is on his way back. He’ll be here tonight p>
Old Mr. Forrester looked even
thinner and more haggard than he had a few days ago. The sharp glint in his eyes had softened, replaced by a weary gentleness. He looked at Benjamin and said quietly “Benjamin, think. I may have played my hand wrong p>
Benjamin followed his grandfather’s gaze to the photo. It was a portrait of the
entire Forrester family, including Rebekah. He knew what his grandfather meant.
“Don’t worry, Grandpa. Rebekah
won’t be able to go through with the divorce. She’s just throwing a tantrum right now. Her
grandmother’s death anniversel
is
in half a month. Shell have to come
back and pay her respects as a Forrester daughter-in-law, just so her grandmother can rest in peace p>
It had been her grandmother’s dying wish for Rebekah to live a happy life with him. Rebekah loved her grandmother too much to disappoint her. She was just trying to get him to come crawling back.
Old Mr. Forrester sighed. “I hope you’re right p>