My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 32

James looked refined, but his methods were ruthless.

The Capital didn't have any major projects going on at the moment; this was just a simple investment gala. Why would the Powells send their right-hand man here? What were they planning?

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Outside the gala, Benjamin and Candice were escorted to the entrance by security. The humiliation of the evening's events made Benjamin's blood boil. Ignoring Candice, he got into his car and drove home alone.

Once there, the image of that pretty boy sent fresh waves of anger through him. Even if Rebekah had just hired that pretty boy to make him jealous, the man was an enigma, even to him. How could a woman as naive as Rebekah possibly benefit from being with someone like that? He couldn't let her get mixed up with that man.

Gritting his teeth, Benjamin called her.

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Rebekah didn't stay at the gala much longer either. In the car on the way home, Jensen turned on the heat, worried she might be cold despite the early autumn air. The warm breeze brought a faint blush to her cheeks. The car was filled with the cool, woody scent of cypress, a fragrance she recognized from Jensen himself. It was subtle but strangely assertive.

Neither of them spoke, and a quiet tension filled the car.

After a long moment, Jensen broke the silence. "You looked very beautiful tonight."

His tone was soft, with a slight lilt at the end of his words, making the simple compliment feel incredibly intimate.

Rebekah's ears buzzed. The word "beautiful" felt foreign to her. No one had ever called her that. When she danced, people praised her skill. At home, her family never said it. Benjamin certainly never had. Even her own son had only ever called her a witch.

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