CHAPTER 39

Rebecca’s cry was heard by the maids and the butlers. Though she felt quite the pain for a second, once he put her on the bed and her foot neatly rested, she didn’t feel the pain anymore.

“I’m sorry,” Benjamin apologized for the tenth time. “I was…” he couldn’t say the reason as he was staring at her face and forgot about the surroundings.

“I don’t think you did it on purpose,” Rebecca said, “so it’s alright.”

Benjamin was left speechless. Was she always so understanding? No, something definitely changed in her. He couldn’t pinpoint it but could feel it. “Uh, I couldn’t make it to the job in the morning,” he said, “so I asked for a night shift.”

“Oh, so you won’t be here tonight.”

“Yeah.” He sounded disappointed.

a little bit sour. She currently wasn’t

gently adjusted a few strands of hair falling down the front of her face, almost tickling her cheek and ear with the tip of his finger. “My first

kept staring at him almost like a mesmerized doll. Benjamin could feel the baby romance rising in the air, and if not for his wife’s wounded

and said, ‘See you later,’ like any good husband would before leaving the

tough guy, yet…” she remembered how he shed tears in the garden after Elizabeth had hit him repeatedly with a stick. “I made him cry.” Her jaw began to harden. “I married him to keep him by my side, and I know that if someone disrespects my husband, they are disrespecting me as well, but if I fight for him, I’ll be fighting my own family.” Despite everything Benjamin had done for her, a big question still bothered her. Was he really worth fighting her

Benjamin walked out through the back door of the villa, wondering what he should do with the free time he got. “Should I just go back and spend some

on the lawn, tossing them food and bone shaped toys. Seeing Benjamin, they called out for him.”Get over here, Mr. Maid.” The only two people who unhesitatingly called Benjamin in such a humiliating manner were

you need me here for, Mr.

grass,” the bald old man with an eagle tattoo on

the puppy began to playfully bite on his finger. Dorothy ground her senile teeth in frustration. “This brat has grown balls in

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