My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70

Chapter 70

“What do you two think you’re doing?” a furious voice roared from beside them.

Benjamin, his face a thunderous mask, strode over and tried to pull Rebekah away. Jensen, his eyes cold, shielded Rebekah and stepped back, avoiding his touch.

“She was about to fall. I caught her. Is there a problem?”

Benjamin glared at Jensen. It was that pretty boy again. Rebekah had dared to bring him to their home.

“How dare you, Rebekah! Bringing your dirty laundry right to my home! Are you that shameless?”

Rebekah frowned. “Benjamin, watch your mouth. He’s my friend. Don’t assume everyone is as sordid as you are.”

It was the harshest thing she had ever said to him. Benjamin’s face grew darker, his expression turning venomous.

“Say that again!”

Jensen smirked at him. “Mr. Forrester, instead of wasting your time accusing your wife, maybe you should be managing your company. Now that the Powell family has pulled their support, if you can’t secure those East Asian contracts, the Forrester Group won’t last much longer.”

Benjamin’s heart sank. How did this man know so much about his company’s affairs?

Still fuming, Rebekah didn’t fully register what Jensen had said.

Jensen turned back to her. “Rebekah, I think your husband has some issues. We just had a simple dinner, and he’s jumping to conclusions. It seems that in his mind, having a meal with another woman must be an intimate affair.”

Benjamin’s fists clenched at his sides.

“I should go,” Jensen said.

“Drive safe. Let me know when you get home.”

Jensen paused, his hand on the car door. He turned, his charming eyes softening as he looked at Rebekah. “I will.”

As the car pulled away, Rebekah turned to walk into the house without giving Benjamin another glance. Enraged, he lunged to grab her, but she sidestepped him, pulling her right arm back. Lately, it seemed that every time he got angry and reached for her, his hand would unerringly find her injured wrist.

“Rebekah, did you tell that pretty boy about the Forrester Group’s situation?”

“He’s not a pretty boy!” she retorted, glaring at him. “And I’ve never been involved in your

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