My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 34

"Then… thank you, Rebekah."

He drew out her name, his voice turning husky and intimate. In the dim light, his dark eyes smoldered with an overwhelming possessiveness. *Becky,* he thought, *I think I'm starting to figure you out.*

Startled by his intense gaze, Rebekah quickly looked away and escaped into the kitchen.

Jensen followed, leaning against the doorframe as he watched her work. "Need any help?" he asked nonchalantly.

"No, I'm fine."

Rebekah wasn't used to having company in the kitchen. In all her years as a housewife, Benjamin had never set foot in here, and they'd never hired a maid. She was used to cooking alone.

"Oh," Jensen said, his voice a low, teasing hum from right behind her.

She jumped at his sudden closeness, and the knife skidded, slicing into her finger.

"Ouch," she hissed, pulling her hand back. A small cut on her index finger was already welling up with blood.

"What happened?"

Jensen rushed over and grabbed her hand, his brow furrowed in concern. For a fleeting moment, she thought she saw the easygoing man from before replaced by someone radiating a cold fury.

"It's nothing, just a small cut," she said with an embarrassed laugh, trying to pull her hand away.

But Jensen held on tight. "Don't move," he commanded. His voice was low but carried an undeniable authority. Rebekah froze.

He took her to the living room and got a first-aid kit from under the TV stand. He clearly knew his way around.

Rebekah stared. The kit had been left by the landlord for emergencies. How did he know where it was?

Before she could process the thought, a cool sensation on her fingertip, followed by the sting of antiseptic, brought her back to the present. She sighed softly.

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