My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 155

Sylvia delivered her message in a rush and practically fled, as if afraid that if she stayed a second longer, the silverware might fly at her head.

She wasn't far off. Jensen's expression was beyond grim; a chilling, almost ghostly aura emanated from him, his eyes filled with a cold fury. He didn't stay for another moment, turning on his heel and leaving the restaurant.

Ten minutes later, a woman in an elegant dress hurried into the restaurant, only to be told by the staff that the person she was meeting had already left.

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The next morning, at ten o'clock sharp, Benjamin personally walked Rebekah to the front door.

Jensen's Maybach was already waiting by the curb. He stared at the Forrester Family Estate, a dangerous light swirling in his eyes. He was in a foul mood and needed an outlet for his frustration.

Just then, Benjamin and Rebekah appeared.

Seeing Jensen, Benjamin's eyes narrowed.

Rebekah had told him Jensen was just a driver for the Hawthornes, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the man's arrogant, commanding presence was all wrong for a mere chauffeur.

"Have you been waiting long?" Rebekah asked with a smile.

Jensen's charming eyes curved as he looked at her, his expression softening. "Not at all. Let's go."

As Rebekah moved to get in the car, Benjamin grabbed her wrist, stopping her. He reached out and tenderly brushed a stray piece of hair from her forehead. "I'll wait for you to come back."

Rebekah flinched as if she'd been shocked, pulling away from him. She stared at him with wide, wary eyes, as if seeing a ghost.

The curve of Jensen's smile widened, but the amusement in his eyes was ice-cold. "You should worry more about yourself. Some holes, after all, are very hard to patch up."

With that, Jensen turned and walked to the driver's side. Under Benjamin's furious glare, the Maybach sped away.

*Just a driver,* Benjamin thought, seething. *And he dares to threaten me? Just you wait. One day, I'll make you pay.*

Inside the car, the image of Benjamin tenderly touching Rebekah's hair made Jensen's blood boil. His mood was already sour, and now this. Benjamin would have to pay a price for that, or this anger wouldn't subside.

"What were you two talking about?" Rebekah asked, noticing the cold set of his jaw as he drove.

Jensen's face remained tense. "Nothing," he said flatly. "Just your husband threatening to have me killed if I don't stay away from you."