Chapter 34
“Then… thank you, Rebekah p>
He drew out her name, his voice turning husky and intimate. In the dim light, his dark eyes smoldered with an overwhelming possessiveness. *Becky,* he thought, *I think I’m starting to figure you out p>
Startled by his intense gaze, Rebekah quickly looked away and escaped into the kitchen.
Jensen followed, leaning against the doorframe as he watched her work. “Need any help?” he asked nonchalantly.
“No, I’m fine p>
Rebekah wasn’t used to having company in the kitchen. In all her years as a housewife, Benjamin had never set foot in here, and they’d never hired a maid. She was used to cooking alone.
“Oh,” Jensen said, his voice a low, teasing hum from right behind her.
She jumped at his sudden closeness, and the knife skidded, slicing into her finger.
“Ouch,” she hissed, pulling her hand back. A small cut on her index finger was already welling up with blood.
“What happened p>
Jensen rushed over and grabbed her hand, his brow furrowed in concern. For a fleeting moment, she thought she saw the easygoing man from before replaced by someone radiating a cold fury.
“It’s nothing, just a small cut,” she said with an embarrassed laugh, trying to pull her hand away.
But Jensen held on tight. “Don’t move,” he commanded. His voice was low but carried an undeniable authority. Rebekah froze.
He took her to the living room and got a first-aid kit from under the TV stand. He clearly knew his way around.
Rebekah stared. The kit had been left by the landlord for emergencies. How did he know where it was?
Before she could process the thought, a cool sensation on her fingertip, followed by the sting of antiseptic, brought her back to the present. She sighed softly.
After carefully cleaning and bandaging the cut, he looked up. “Why don’t you relax in the living room? I’ll cook p>
With that, Jensen headed into the kitchen. Rebekah watched him go, and for a moment, she saw the boy from years ago.
They were abroad, and she had caught a cold. The food there was often cold and bland, but Jensen had gone out of his way to find. ingredients and cook her a proper real. The warm food had been’ balm to her frayed nerves in a foreign land.
Back then, he had been just a boy in her eyes, someone who needed protecting.
But now p>
Through the open kitchen door, she could see him moving with an easy confidence. His tailored suit hugged his lean, powerful frame. Years had passed Jensen was taller, more handsome, and carried the quiet
confidence of a mature?
Compared to the angry, guarded boy he had been, he was now warmer, more considerate.
The faint throb from her bandaged finger brought her back. She looked down with
a small, sad smile. What was she even thinking?
In the kitchen, Jensen sensed her gaze shift away. He glanced back and saw the desolate look on her face, and his own expression darkened. Was she thinking about Benjamin again?
*Benjamin Jensen lowered his head, masking the fury in his eyes. He would tear that man limb from limb.
The next day, Rebekah took a taxi to the Forrester Estate. Benjamin’s call had been a stark reminder: before the divorce, she had to explain things to his grandfather.
As she approached the front door, she heard Candice’s bright, cheerful laughter from inside. She looked through the doorway. In the living room Benjamin was watching Candice play with shawn, a gentle expression on his face. The three of them looked like a perfect, happy family.
Two maids passed by, not noticing Rebekah. “The way the master looks at Miss Fletcher is so much warmer than how he looks at the missus,” one whispered. “I think he’s in love with her p>
“And whenever Miss Fletcher visits, everyone is so happy,” the other added. “She,
the master, and the young master look more like a real family p>
A familiar pang of bitterness twisted in Rebekah’s gut. Her marriage was a complete joke.
Shawn turned his head and saw her standing there. His face fell instantly. “Witch! What are you doing here p>