My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 174

Rebekah hauled her suitcase out of the Forrester Estate. A familiar Volkswagen was parked by the gate, and leaning against it was the man with silver hair.

When Jensen saw her, a smile touched his lips. "Figured you might need a hand."

After the humiliation she'd just endured, the sight of a friendly face made her eyes well up with tears.

Jensen's brow creased, and he closed the distance between them in a few quick strides. "What's wrong? Did they give you a hard time again?"

Rebekah shook her head. "No," she said, forcing a smile. "I'm just… happy."

He studied her face, his gaze lingering on her slightly trembling legs. His jaw tightened, but he didn't say anything. "Get in the car. I'll take you back."

She didn't protest, letting him load her suitcase into the trunk while she slipped into the passenger seat.

The sun was setting, casting a warm, red glow over the winding mountain road and painting the silver guardrails orange. Rebekah rolled down the window, and the wind that rushed in smelled of freedom. The back of her knee still ached, but for the first time in a long while, her heart felt light.

Jensen dropped her off at the apartment and left.

Instead of unpacking, Rebekah sat on the sofa and gently massaged her knee. Sampson's kick had caught her completely off guard, but thankfully, the injury wasn't serious.

Her phone rang. She glanced at the screen, her expression shifting. She answered, and a deep, gentle male voice came through the line.

"Little sister, we received the package you sent. I've put everything in your room."

"Thank you."

"It's less than a month until you come home. We'll come pick you up."

Rebekah shook her head. "My family isn't in the Capital. I probably won't be back."

Jensen's expression darkened. When she asked what was wrong, he didn't answer. Instead, he opened the plastic bag and took out a bottle of liniment.

"Let me see your leg."

"What?" she asked, surprised.

Losing his patience, he grabbed her ankle and pushed her pant leg up to her knee. She flinched, trying to pull away, but he held her fast. "Don't move."

Her pale skin was marred by a large, ugly bruise. It looked painful. Jensen poured some of the liniment into his palm, rubbing his hands together to warm it before gently placing them on her knee, his touch surprisingly soft as he began to massage the bruised area.

He was half-kneeling on the floor, his silver hair falling forward and obscuring his dark, obsidian eyes. He was completely focused, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the lean, defined muscles of his forearms.