After the divorce, he begged

Jeffrey shot Tommy a glance,

Tommy asked again, “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“I’m heading out,” Jeffrey said to Rebecca. “Call me if you need anything later.”

Rebecca didn’t say a word and turned to walk inside.

Jul 16 vouefines

She realized Jeffrey was intentionally putting on this act. Without his silent nod, Victor and Tommy would never dare to speak to him like that. Since that was the image Jeffrey wanted to show, Rebecca would play along.

“Ms. Jensen, Victor said as he walked in with a tablet, politely explaining the house rules, “everything in this home is up to you, except kicking Mr. Hanson out. If you and Mr. Hanson disagree on something, your decision always takes precedence.”

Rebecca raised an eyebrow, a teasing note in her voice. “So, kicking him out is the one thing off–limits?”

That’s right, Victor replied.

Rebecca casually held out her hand. “Hand over all the keys to the master bedroom, and the master key.”

Victor didn’t hesitate. “Sure thing

Victor knew Rebecca wanted the keys to keep Jeffrey out of the master bedroom. Everyone saw that Jeffrey was desperate to win her back and didn’t want to make things worse, especially after Jeffrey’s past mistakes.

Rebecca glanced down at the keys in her hand, a little taken aback. She was surprised that Victor would actually give her the keys.

If you

need anything else, I’m always here,” Victor said warmly. He’d always liked Rebecca and secretly hoped she and Jeffrey would patch things up.

Rebecca simply nodded and went to the study, spending the whole afternoon totally absorbed in painting. By the end of the day, she’d made some good money off her art.

Her phone buzzed; it was a voice message from Jeffrey. “Give me some time. I’ll slowly sort things out with Andrea.”

Rebecca replied: [Aren’t you drunk?]

Just half an hour ago, she’d received a call claiming Jeffrey was completely out of it. But then she watched him come back, perfectly sober in the car. If you’re going to fake it, at least try to make it convincing, Rebecca thought to herself.

wasn’t drunk,” Jeffrey admitted, speaking in that low, magnetic tone of his. “I just used others to tell you

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set her phone

home

Jeffrey’d show up at this hour, was waiting

“Ms. Jensen took the master bedroom keys and the

strode upstairs, reached the master bedroom, and opened the door. As expected, Rebecca hadn’t locked it

guest bathroom and then slipped into the bedroom and gently wrapped his arms around Rebecca from behind,

the next morning and found Jeffrey holding her, she felt completely calm.

even with the master bedroom keys in her hand, she knew there were always ways Jeffrey

there was more going on with Samuel than met the eye, but

covers, ready to get up, but before her feet even touched the floor. Jeffrey pulled her back into his hug. His voice, gentle and raspy, murmured in her ear,

for a split second, helpless against the flood of memories that came

the ears, and every time he lazily drawled out her name, it was like a gentle breeze strumming across guitar strings–soft and lingering in

his chest. Morning made. everything feel fresher, sharper. “Feels like

Rebecca tensed up.

his hand

bubbling up inside her and asked

peppered her neck with soft,

said, pushing his hand away and

lingering warmth and scent Rebecca

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from her face with fingers that

it, that okay. I’ll wait until you are stuff like this should

Deep down, the hated the person Jeffrey had been, but she

their separate ways, those

rest of

together and playing with Samuel, most of the Rebecca was lost in her painting, trying to earn some money, while Jeffrey kept busy

stopped calling the shots about her hobbies. If she wanted to paint, the painted. If she didn’t, he’d just take care

she knew it. Monday

dropped Rebecca off in front of PrimePlay Technologies and

desk when