My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 188

After dinner, Rebekah and Jensen went their separate ways. On the surface, Rebekah seemed calm and composed, but deep in the night, she was jolted awake by a nightmare. She had dreamt of her years abroad, of the small, dark room on the top floor of the Forrester estate, of the foul-smelling warehouse.

Rebekah sat up, switching on the bedside lamp. It took a long time for her breathing to steady. She picked up her phone, planning to scroll through some videos to calm her nerves, but saw two new messages.

The first was from her eldest brother.

'We've discussed it, and we've all decided to come to The Capital to bring you home.'

*Bring you home.*

The words sent a wave of warmth through her chest. Could she really go home?

The second message was from Jensen, sent just a minute ago.

'I left a surprise for you in the living room. If you can't sleep, you should go check it out.'

How did he know she couldn't sleep? And it was two in the morning; what was he still doing awake?

Her curiosity piqued, the lingering fear from her nightmare began to fade. She switched on the lights in the living room. The warm, yellow glow made the space feel cozy and safe. She scanned the room but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Just as she was about to text Jensen back, she noticed that something about her drawing easel looked different. It had been moved.

She walked over and saw a small box resting on the edge of the easel's tray.

Puzzled, Rebekah picked it up. The moment she opened it, tears welled in her eyes.

It was… the pendant from her grandmother.

The pendant Candice had smashed. She had been devastated, painstakingly collecting every tiny fragment to keep as a memento. She never thought it could be whole again.

With trembling hands and blurred vision, she lifted the pendant, terrified of dropping it again. It had been repaired. Faint lines marked where the jade-green pieces had been joined, but every fragment was fitted together perfectly, seamlessly.

His body went rigid, his mind a complete blank.

"Thank you, Jensen. Thank you so much."

The pendant was her only remaining connection to her grandmother. She had tried to fix it herself but had failed, the pieces too small and her skills inadequate. She couldn't believe Jensen had managed to restore it for her. She was overcome with gratitude.

Jensen's throat felt tight. His hands hovered in the air, not daring to embrace her. The softness of her body pressed against his, and her faint scent of gardenias filled his senses, making his face flush and his chest swell. He had always been so careful, never daring to hope for a moment like this, afraid of scaring her away. But now that he was finally holding the woman he loved, he found it hard to control himself.

He wanted nothing more than to marry her right then and there.

Thankfully, Rebekah didn't linger. She pulled back from the hug, and by then, Jensen had managed to compose himself, a gentle smile on his face.

Rebekah finally realized what she had just done, and a faint blush crept up her cheeks.