Rebekah and Jensen had just sat down and hadn't even ordered yet when the door swung open. Rebekah looked up in surprise. "Brother? Mr. Quinn? What are you…"
Blaze strode toward them. He shot a cold glance at Jensen before turning a much softer gaze to Rebekah. "Sis, Mr. Quinn and I finished our business. Do you mind if we join you?"
"Huh?" Rebekah looked uncertainly at Jensen. She had invited him to dinner, so she felt she had to ask if he minded.
Jensen glanced at Quentin, who was trailing behind Blaze. Quentin just shrugged, silently conveying his own confusion. Jensen smiled. "I don't mind at all."
Only then did Rebekah invite them to sit. Jensen was seated next to her.
A waiter brought menus, and Rebekah offered them to Jensen and Quentin. Blaze felt a flicker of satisfaction. It seemed his sister still considered him family, letting the two guests order first.
Jensen passed the menu to Rebekah. "I've never eaten here before. Why don't you order what you like? I'll eat anything."
His words made Quentin choke on his own saliva. Jensen, the owner of this very restaurant, had never eaten here? He had to be kidding.
"Mr. Quinn, are you all right?" Rebekah asked with concern.
Quentin waved his hand dismissively. "I'm fine, just a little thirsty and swallowed wrong. A sip of water will fix it."
Jensen shot him a look of faint disgust.
Jensen could tell that Blaze was highly perceptive; it was only a matter of time before his identity was exposed. In fact, Blaze had likely already figured it out. A warning bell sounded in his mind. He had to find the right moment to tell Rebekah the truth himself. If Blaze exposed him first, knowing her personality, she would definitely be angry with him.
Rebekah, oblivious to Jensen's internal turmoil, thought he was just feeling uncomfortable. She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Don't feel awkward. My brother just looks a bit stoic."
Jensen's lips curved into a smile. He found her current earnestness quite adorable.
Blaze's gaze remained fixed on Jensen and Rebekah across the table. He watched as Rebekah actively tried to ease the stiff atmosphere, talking more with Jensen than with anyone else, even placing food on his plate.
As he watched them interact, his grip on his fork tightened. No way! He wouldn't let the little sister he had just found be tricked by that sly fox from the Hawthorne family.

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