My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 10

Rebekah's fingers curled slightly.

As she met the man's eyes and took in his silver hair, it took her a moment to find her voice. "Jensen Hawthorne?"

The face before her merged with the memory of a grim-faced boy, covered in blood but still brandishing a knife at her. The man he had become had shed the cold hostility of his youth, replaced by a calm, gentle demeanor. Yet, an unmistakable aura of power and authority now surrounded him.

"I'm surprised you remember me."

Jensen paused, the corners of his dark eyes lifting in a cool, knowing smile.

*It's been a long time… Rebekah.*

Rebekah was just as surprised. Before she was married, she had spent some time abroad studying medicine. It was then that she had found Jensen, wounded from a gunshot. Feeling a sense of kinship as they were both from the same country, she had saved his life. She hadn't expected his first action upon waking to be pressing a knife to her throat.

At the time, his handsome face was contorted with a fierce, chilling rage, and she couldn't help but feel a flicker of pity for him, like an older sister for a troubled younger brother.

But that flicker of pity had faded in the chaos that followed Candice's return.

She had rushed back home and was married not long after. Jensen had sent her an email congratulating her on her wedding.

Never in her life did she imagine she would see him again—and certainly not transformed into such a gentle, refined gentleman.

"Getting in?" Jensen's voice was a low, magnetic hum. He looked at her, and though his words were a question, they held an undercurrent of command.

Rebekah's gaze finally fell on the car.

A Rolls-Royce.

She froze for a second before ducking her head and getting in.

When she had met him abroad, he had been a poor student, living on the streets. The look in his eyes had softened her heart, and she had taken him in.

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