Chapter 220
Rebekah and Jensen had just sat down and hadn’t even ordered yet when the door swung open. Rebekah looked up in surprise. “Brother? Mr. Quinn? What are you p>
Blaze strode toward them. He shot a cold glance at Jensen before turning a much softer gaze to Rebekah. “Sis, Mr. Quinn and I finished our business. Do you mind if we join you p>
“Huh?” Rebekah looked uncertainly at Jensen. She had invited him to dinner, so she felt she had to ask if he minded.
Jensen glanced at Quentin, who was trailing behind Blaze. Quentin just shrugged, silently conveying his own confusion. Jensen smiled. “I don’t mind at all p>
Only then did Rebekah invite them to sit. Jensen was seated next to her.
A waiter brought menus, and Rebekah offered them to Jensen and Quentin. Blaze felt a flicker of satisfaction. It seemed his sister still considered him family, letting the two guests order first.
Jensen passed the menu to Rebekah. “I’ve never eaten here before. Why don’t you order what you like? I’ll eat anything p>
His words made Quentin choke on his own saliva. Jensen, the owner of this very restaurant, had never eaten here? He had to be kidding.
“Mr. Quinn, are you all right?” Rebekah asked with concern.
Quentin waved his hand dismissively. “I’m fine, just a little thirsty and swallowed wrong. A sip of water will fix it p>
Jensen shot him a look of faint disgust.
Rebekah paid Quentin no more mind. She took the menu from Jensen, ordered a few of her favorite dishes, and then passed it to her brother. “Brother, you should order something too p>
Blaze took the menu, ordering while casually remarking to Jensen, “This place is owned by the Hawthorne Group, isn’t it? Have you really never dined here, Mr. Hawthorne p>
A faint smile played on Jensen’s lips. “No, I haven’t p>
“Oh? You seem like a man of refined taste, Mr. Hawthorne. Am I mistaken in assuming you’re not part of the Hawthorne family p>
A subtle tension filled the air. Quentin sensed a battle brewing and decided to focus intently on the menu. He was the only one at the table who was genuinely just here for a free meal.
Rebekah spoke up on Jensen’s behalf. “Brother, Jensen is a driver for the
Hawthorne family, so he’s an employee. He’s very frugal and probably hasn’t had a chance to eat here p>
“I see,” Blaze said flatly, giving Jensen a brief, dismissive look. He said nothing
more.
Jensen could tell that Blaze was
highly perceptive; it was only a matter of time before his identity was exposed. In fact, Blaze had likely already figured it out. A
warning bell sound out
his mind. 1
had to find the right moment to tell Rebekah the truth himself. If Blaze exposed him first, knowing her personality, she would definitely be angry with him.
Rebekah, oblivious to Jensen’s internal turmoil, thought he was just feeling uncomfortable. She leaned close to his ear and whispered,
“Don’t feel awkward. My brother just looks a bit stoic:
Jensen’s lips curved into a smile. He found her current earnestness quite adorable.
Blaze’s gaze remained fixed on
Jensen and Rebekah across the table. He watched as Rebekah actively tried to ease the stiff atmosphere, talking more with Jensen than with anyone else, e placing food on his plate..net
even
As he watched them interact, his grip on his fork tightened. No way! He wouldn’t let
the little sister he had just found be tricked by that sly fox from the Hawthorne family.