My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 41

The atmosphere in the living room grew quiet.

As Rebekah silently packed her luggage, she noticed Jensen take out a sheet of drawing paper and spread it on the table.

When he looked at her, the harshness in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a hint of softness as he looked down.

He raised an eyebrow, gesturing toward the paper. "Giving up this easily isn't your style. Want to try?"

Rebekah's gaze met his.

He stood in the center of the living room, the overhead light casting shadows across his sharp features. An inexplicable feeling stirred within her as she looked up at him.

Was he… encouraging her?

After a moment's hesitation, she sat down at the table and picked up a pencil.

The instant she touched it to the paper, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through her wrist, and a cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

The pain dragged her back to the darkness of her prison cell.

Her hand began to tremble as she remembered that night. The other inmates, jealous that she could read and write, had been led by the cell block leader to hold her down and beat her mercilessly. They muffled her screams with a blanket to keep the guards from hearing.

Then, they used a shard of a broken mirror to sever the tendons in her hand and ankle.

It was a torment she would never forget, a pain inflicted upon her by her own husband and son. The very father and son who had once scorned her artwork had destroyed her life to pave the way for Candice.

Rebekah's hand trembled more violently.

Just as she was about to drop the pencil, a large, warm hand suddenly covered hers. Guided by his steady, firm grip, the lines on the paper grew smooth and fluid. His warm breath tickled her ear, carrying with it a faint, clean scent that was uniquely his.

"Don't be afraid." He spoke with a clear, forceful tone that pulled her out of the suffocating memory. His voice was gentle, yet the words carried an undeniable strength that left no room for argument.

Rebekah turned to look at him, her eyes meeting his as he gazed down. In their dark, ink-black depths, she saw a raw obsession she had never witnessed before—an emotion he hadn't managed to conceal in time.

She suddenly realized that he wasn't always the mild-mannered man he appeared to be. At times, he was incredibly assertive, possessing an aura of command that was impossible to ignore.

"What's wrong?" Jensen asked, his eyes still fixed on her.

They were so close she could smell the sweet fragrance of her hair. His gaze darkened, a dangerous glint hiding in their depths.

A faint blush colored Rebekah's cheeks. She quickly turned away and stood up, putting some distance between them. As the warmth of her presence faded, a chill crept into Jensen's heart.

"I promise," she said, placing the pencil in a nearby suitcase. "I'll try."

Jensen raised an eyebrow, his expressive eyes tracking her every move. In a place she couldn't see, the possessive look in his gaze was completely undisguised.

"Good," he said softly. "Then I'll be waiting, Rebekah."

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