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Rebecca asked herself inwardly, ‘Do | feel anything? Yeah, | do. I'm not made of stone. | can’t put up any walls

against those sweet words.

‘Am | moved? Absolutely. He genuinely cares about me. Are we gonna get remarried?’

When that question cup, Rebecca paused for a second, but quickly collected herself and made her decision.

His words now were warm and gentle, but it was hard to forget how cutting and cold his words used to be.

She cared too much about those comments that made her doubt her own worth-so much that she could force

herself to stifle the spark that almost reignited in her heart.

“Letknow once you've decided,” Jeffrey said, not realizing Rebecca had already gone through a whirlwind of

thoughts in just seconds. “Try to decide within a week.”

“I'll leave it to you,” Rebecca replied. She knew he'd be fair, and that she'd never win against the Hanson family

anyway. “I trust you.”

Jeffrey said, “Okay.”

“Alright,” Rebecca replied.

Their conversation couldn't have been more ordinary, but Jessica couldn't shake the feeling that it was the calm

before the storm-a sense that the real fireworks between them were still to come.

She had no clue how long this peace would last, or just how wild the storm might get. All she knew was, right

now, she totally felt like a third wheel.

Jeffrey said, “Samuel's heading off to summer camp early Monday morning. Why don’t you stay over for the next

couple of days?”

He made the suggestion with a hint of hope. “You can use the master bedroom with him, and I'll take the guest

room.”

Rebecca looked up at him. As Rebecca hesitated, Jeffrey reached for her hand, his warm palm settling over

hers.

Then he said in a gentle, almost expectant voice, “Is that okay?”

Rebecca agreed, “Okay.”

Since he was finally being sincere about this, she figured she'd cooperate.

She’d wait until the timing was just right—until Jeffrey was completely calm and steady-before she broached the

topic of an amicable divorce. She knew it was never a good idea to provoke Jeffrey.

“Riley, can you take Jessica hafter dinner?” Jeffrey said, glancing over at Riley, who was sitting on the

garden railing.

Riley shot him an OK sign.

Then Jeffrey turned to Jessica and said, “This happened because of me. | know today really shook you up. I'll

have a new car sent over in a couple of days to make it up to you. Just be sure you're around to sign for it,

alright?”

Jessica couldn't help but feel a jumble of emotions inside. It wasn’t the promise of a new car that got to her-it

was the way Jeffrey spoke.

He didn’t try to pin anything on Rebecca or shift the blame. He put it all on himself, making it clear the car was

meant to ease her nerves after everything that'd happened.

In this high-class circle, Jessica had seen way too many scumbags who'd do anything to dodge responsibility,

spew nonsense for their own benefit, and cover their tracks. All kinds of people, really.

But someone like Jeffrey-so flawless when he was good, and so upfront about his flaws when he was not? That

was a rare breed.

“I'm gonna skip dinner,” Jessica said, getting to her feet. She just needed to go hand sort herself out. “Got

things waiting forback at home.”

Jeffrey didn’t insist. Then Rebecca walked her out.

Before getting in the car, Jessica pulled Rebecca in for a quick hug, whispering close to her ear, “Take care of

yourself, alright? lan and | will speed up the search for Andrea. Once we find out anything, you'll be the first to

know.”

“Okay,” Rebecca replied without fuss.

“If anything happens, call me,” Jessica said as she let go. “Even if I'm not nearby, I'll make sure someone comes

over right away.”

Rebecca agreed, “Sure.” Then she watched Jessica leave.

As the car faded from her view, Rebecca suddenly felt her hand enveloped by a warm, steady palm. In a blink,

Jeffrey was right beside her, those bottomless eyes fixed softly on her.

He said, “Con, let's go

inside.”

Rebecca nodded. As they walked forward, she silently and gently withdrew her hand from his grasp.

When her hand was withdrawn, Jeffrey's eyes grew a shade deeper, and his fingers hung suspended in the air for

a moment, as if reluctant to let go.

That evening, Jeffrey, Rebecca, and Samuel sat down to dinner together. Watching Rebecca serving food to

Samuel and him returning the gesture, Jeffrey couldn't help but wonder if they'd time-traveled back to the old

days.

“Are these yours, Ms. Jensen?” Victor suddenly asked as he picked up a stack of documents.

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Rebecca turned at the sound and immediately stood up from her seat, walking over. “Yeah, they're mine. Give

them to me.”

After taking them, she made sure to place the whole stack face down, keeping the contents hidden.

Jeffrey asked, “Work stuff?”

Rebecca replied, “Just something personal.”

Jeffrey let it slide. Everyone had their own secrets, and if Rebecca wanted to keep hers to herself, he wasn’t

going to dig.

After dinner, Rebecca hurried to stash the documents under her pillow in the bedroom. She was determined to

keep anything about her mom from Jeffrey-and especially didn’t want him meddling.

Now that she’d made up her mind about the divorce, her own family affair was something she had to settle

herself.

Meanwhile, Jeffrey was reminding Samuel, “Make sure you don’t kick the blanket off tonight, and try not to keep

your mom awake, alright?”

Samuel eyed him suspiciously, feeling confused. “Are you really being nice, though? Are you really willing to let