Chapter 117
CHAPTER 117
At noon, Selena was still resting in bed, with Delle massaging her feet. Kathy was feeding her spoonfuls of fish soup.
“You are observing every move Rebecca is making, aren’t you?” she glanced at Kathy. “Yes, ma’am, and I think your son-in-law, I
mean, Benjamin didn’t give up yet,” she said.” He called her mobile over 100 times. I wanted to delete the call history, but I didn’t
know the password. Now, I’m sure Rebecca ma’am would have seen that. I wonder how she felt after checking her mobile.” “You
should have destroyed the phone!” Selena yelled. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but please don’t feel stressed. It’s not good for your health.”
“Tsk,” Selena could hear her own heartbeat after yelling just once. She had become a lot more fragile after the heart attack. It
was like she felt the weight of her heart, and it made her feel quite uneasy. She clutched the bedsheet in frustration. “I’m the one
who raised my daughter. She’s my property. I can’t let some random guy own her. I wanted to force George into her life, but with
his hand like that... gunshot recoveries can take a lifetime. I don’t want to give my daughter a physically handicapped man.
Maybe I should just side with Shawn and see how
it works out. Why don’t you give a call to Artur Bonsbell?” “What?” Kathy was startled. Why did she want to talk with Artur directly
and not with Shawn? What was she thinking? Kathy could only wonder, but Delle had a guess. If Selena were to talk to Shawn
about this, it’d look like she was depending on her son. Delle knew Selena enough to tell that she hated being dependent on
others. At a grand, romantic outdoor restaurant.
Rebecca was waiting at a four-seater table until Jane came and gave company. “Why did you call for me to meet here? And you
didn’t want Donovan to come?” asked Jane. Rebecca snapped her finger and then ordered chicken tenders, which were Jane’s
favorite. She asked for a spicy lemon juice for herself. “You’re not gonna eat anything?” Jane asked. “I will when Benjamin’s
here,” replied Rebecca. “What?” Jane’s expression stiffened a little. “Why did you call me when you were going to meet with
him?” “Because I didn’t want to talk with him alone, Rebecca said. “He tries to get touchy whenever an opportunity arises, and I
become weak when he touches me.” “Yeah, you were always over sensitive about your body,” Jane replied, “to the point my ex
boyfriends used to say you think with your vagina because you never let them have a go at it, thinking yours is supremely
superior or something. Haha, those were funny times. Anyway, if me being here will help you, I don’t mind helping.” “Thanks,”
Rebecca smiled. “I want to talk with him and fix things up, but I can’t trust my
family members. They don’t agree with me and give their own selfish opinions, so that’s why I wanted you to be here.”
“Don’t worry,” Jane assured. “I’ll kick his ass if he tries to force himself on you.” “Haha, he’s never forced himself on me, so I
doubt he’s that type.”
“Oh, you know nothing about men. At the end of the day, they’re all the same,” she touched her neck as she said. “I’m not saying
there aren’t any honest men, but if he seems too good to be true, then he likely is. Didn’t you say one of your maids confessed to
having sex with him multiple times?”
“I did, but we can’t trust her words blindly. What if my mom made her do it?” Rebecca said.” I’ve been trying to reach Ashley
since yesterday, but her address and everything about her is fake. It’s all confusing. But I’ve long stopped trusting anyone blindly,
including Benjamin.” Rebecca said and noticed that Jane was wearing a turtleneck. “Wait, are you hiding the hickies with that
thing again?”
“You know me better than most,” Jane smiled a little bit sadly, and Rebecca also noticed that.
“Is everything okay?” she could tell that Jane’s voice didn’t have the base it normally would. Clearly, something wasn’t right.
“Yeah, it is...” Jane took a bit of a deep breath. “Just that, two nights back, Donovan got over aggressive, and I passed out.”
Rebecca’s jaw dropped. “What?” Passing out while having sex? Was that even possible? Just what was Donovan doing? “Are
you fine? Just what did he do? This isn’t something that can be ignored, right?”
Jane didn’t say anything. She remembered that time when she kept telling Donovan to stop, but he didn’t. He kept choking her
like a beast that had let go of all of its reservations. She passed out in the middle of it and didn’t have sex with him again in these
two days, which was a first after their relationship started.
“Jane, I know you’re having the thoughts of marrying Donovan, but you should reconsider,” Rebecca urged. “I don’t know
anything about Donovan, but if he’s so abusive even before marriage, then what will he be like after marriage?”
Rebecca’s words rang true in Jane’s heart, but should she break up with Donovan for one mistake? He did apologize to her
afterward and said he would never do it again.
“If you don’t like what I’m saying, at least see how much accountability he takes for things he’s done,” Rebecca said, but Jane
looked conflicted. “Look. He’s rich and good in bed. I get it. But the allure of easy money or good sex also pulls countless people
into situations they later regret. You remember Natalie, don’t you? Just make sure you’re not making the same mistake.”
Natalie was a good friend in college. She loved a douchebag who would piss in her private parts during sex and would treat her
more like a tool. Despite his lack of self-control and respect toward her, she ended up marrying him and later committed suicide
one day. Jane and Rebecca didn’t even know the exact reason for her death because Natalie grew depressed after marriage
and stopped talking with them.
TEERIT
“Donovan isn’t like Natalie’s husband,” Jane said, somewhat confidently. “You know him better than I do, so I’m not going to say
more.” “So when is your dear husband coming?” Jane wanted to divert the topic. “In fifteen minutes.” Jane thought for a second
as the ground level sounds of the vehicles coming and going distracted her a bit. “Have I told you that Benjamin began working
at Rye’s Pizzas again?” Rebecca was a little surprised. “No, you didn’t.” “You don’t look like you are bothered with it.” “Why
would I be bothered?” “C’mon, if your relationship with him is getting serious, then he should find a more serious job, don’t you
think? How long do you want him to work as a freaking pizza deliverer? Do you want him to knock on strangers’ doors and have
clothless women pick up his deliveries?” Rebecca’s heart skipped a beat. “You really think there are women who receive
deliveries naked? Doesn’t that stuff only happen in movies?” “Huh, I didn’t tell you this,” Jane whispered, “but I once did it myself
a couple of years back right after breaking up with a bastard.” “What?” Rebecca was left in disbelief. “You’ve gotta be kidding
me.” “I was frustrated, you see.”
“So? You will have sex with a stranger? What if he does something that will affect your body permanently? There are all kinds of
men out there. Be more careful.” “I’m being more careful, of course, so relax.” Just then, a Harley Davidson bike entered
Rebecca’s view. A bearded man in a black jacket and a helmet was riding it. There was something cool in the way he drove the
bike and carried himself. Before she knew it, she found herself watching him. But when the bike stopped at the restaurant, she
looked back at Jane. “So, uh, what were you saying?” Jane blinked twice while chewing on the chicken tenders. “Nothing, girl.
Drink your damn lemonade. You haven’t even touched it.” “Yeah.”
“Am I late?” a familiar voice reached Rebecca’s ears, shifting her gaze toward her right. The man in the black jacket sat next to
her seat, pleasantly surprising her, but what made her go
silent was the fact that this man was her Benjamin.