Chapter 8 Perfume

Rebecca pursed her lips ever-so-slightly as she stood perfectly motionless.

Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that Martin would care for her for the rest of her life. Her only goals were to make it through the present crisis unscathed, find a method to safeguard Dixon Group, and reclaim their house.

The person who loved her the most was her father.

There were just too many memories connected to both Dixon Group and the house in which they had lived for more than a decade.

She had no intention of giving them up at any cost.

She could not depend on anybody at this point. The only thing that was open to her was to improve as a person.

Soon enough, Rebecca got in Martin's car.

"Are you finished with the divorce?" Martin moved swiftly through the pages of a book written for the blind. "It's getting late. Where are you going to be sleeping tonight? Your mother's house or my place?"

Rebecca clenched her teeth. While she had consented to marry Martin in lieu of Rosina, they were not yet married. How could she spend the night at his place?

On top of that, there was something about Martin that frightened her, and she didn't dare to remain with him by herself.

"I... I will spend the night at my mother's house."

"Okay," Martin agreed. But then he went closer to Rebecca while exuding the air of a mature guy.

Rebecca was still on guard against him since what had occurred the night before still lingered in her head. When she saw what Martin was doing, she was unable to stop herself from pulling back, and her terror just became worse.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Martin paused and said, "Your fragrance is rare. I'm simply curious to know what sort of perfume you use. Are you scared that I might do something bad to you? Or are you anticipating that I will do something to you?"

"No. It's not like that." Rebecca's fingers curled. "My perfume was created by me. The primary industry of Dixon Group is perfume. When I was young, I discovered my talent for making perfume. I can provide you with a bottle if you want."

"There's no need for that. I only find it alluring when it's on you."

Martin leaned back after making such a statement.

It took some time for Rebecca to comprehend what he had said. Martine seemed to be flirting with her.

It was already dark when they arrived at the house of the Lynch family. After getting out of the vehicle and entering the house, Rebecca was surprised to see that Howard was the only one present in the living room.

It was impossible for her to avoid experiencing some level of anxiety. "Good evening, Mr. Lynch. Where is my mother?"

After putting down the cup he was holding, Howard got to his feet. "Your mom is playing cards. And Rosina is hanging out with her pals. There's no need for formalities. You are welcome to be at ease here. Your room is all set up. Let me take you upstairs."

"Thank you." Rebecca nodded in a stupor. As soon as she saw that Howard had gone upstairs, she hurriedly followed in his footsteps.

Howard led her to a room on the second floor. "Have a look. Please let me know if there is anything more that should be included in this."

Rebecca went straight to the bed and then gazed about the room. The bed already had the sheets on it, and the closet doors were left open. There were several brand new garments with tags still attached.

"No. There are no problems at all."

Howard went with her inside the room. "Your mother has reserved this room for you since you were a kid, but you have never stayed in here. You have matured in what seems like the blink of an eye. You are much more stunning than your mother was when she was in her younger years."

Rebecca was taken aback and had some uneasiness as a result.

"By the way, both your mother and I have a question for you."

"What is it?"

Howard went up behind her and stated, "Earlier, Martin inquired as to whether or not you were a virgin. You did just say that you weren't, right? Your mother said that you had previously informed her that Yosef was unable to move any portion of his lower body and that you had not slept with him. Before the mishap that took place last night, you were unaware that his legs had made a full recovery. Therefore, it couldn't have been Yosef. Who have you been intimate with, then?"

While he was talking, Howard's hand was already on Rebecca's waist.