My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 46

He was asking if she had worked on any designs.

Rebekah thought of the sketch now reduced to ash in the fireplace. She wasn't sad about the drawing itself; even after hours of work, it failed to capture the vision in her mind. The design lacked soul, and the linework was painfully flawed.

She looked at her right hand, a wave of doubt washing over her. Was a career in art even possible for her?

She typed back a message.

'No inspiration, so I haven't drawn anything.'

She expected the conversation to end there, but a second later, her phone rang. Jensen's voice, low and magnetic, came through the receiver.

"Rebekah, is it a lack of inspiration, or a hand that won't obey?"

Rebekah's fingers trembled. It felt as if he could see right through her, as if he were standing in the room, piercing her fragile defenses.

"Both," she admitted honestly. The physical injury was one thing, but every time she picked up a pencil, the memories of prison flooded back.

There was a brief silence on the other end. "Wounds can heal," he said finally. "But if you give up in your heart, then there really is no future."

He was comforting her.

"How about this? It's supposed to be sunny tomorrow. The sunset at Ridgeview is famous. We could go see it. Maybe you'll find some inspiration. Will you come?" he asked, his voice soft, almost tentative.

Rebekah nodded, as if he could see her, and asked him to send the address. Having him pick her up from the estate would likely cause problems.

After a two-second pause, he simply said, "Okay."

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