The Regretful Housewife: Divorce and Rise Again novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143 The Escorts

Chapter 143 The Escorts

Jensen’s expression turned glacial. He floored the accelerator.

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When he reached Nightscape, he jumped out of the car and strode inside. The owner was already waiting at the entrance, hurrying to keep pace with Jensen’s long strides.

“Mr. Grey, they’re in room 312. One of the women stepped out a moment ago, but the other is still inside.”

“Stay back,” Jensen snapped, cutting him off.

He headed straight for the VIP corridor. Pulsing EDM music bled through the door of 312. When Jensen shoved it open, he was met with a blur of dancing bodies. Nina was slumped on the sofa, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, clearly intoxicated.

She blinked at him in confusion and tried to stand, but her knees buckled. As she began to fall, one of the escorts reached out to catch her.

Jensen’s gaze snapped to the man’s hand, sharp and lethal.

“Let go,” he said flatly.

The model froze under the weight of that stare and instantly recoiled. Jensen stepped in, catching Nina before she could hit the floor.

She leaned weakly against his chest, her head lolling back as she tried to focus on him through a drunken haze.

“…Since when do the escorts… look exactly like that bastard Jensen?” she murmured.

Jensen’s voice dropped to a dangerous, low rumble. “Who got you this drunk?”

The escorts stood in stunned silence, none of them daring to breathe.

Just then, Charlotte stumbled back in from the restroom. Seeing a stranger holding her friend, she pointed a finger and shouted, “Hey! Hands off! Do you have any idea who she is? Let her go!”

She started to rush forward, only to stop dead in her tracks as she caught a clear look at his face.

She blinked, wondering if she was hallucinating. Why on earth was Jensen Grey standing in the middle of their private room?

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Chapter 143 The Escorts

“Get out,” Jensen said, his eyes cold enough to draw blood.

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The command snapped Charlotte back to reality. She scrambled to usher the escorts out the door, making sure to pull it shut tightly behind her as she fled.

Nina had been drinking far too quickly, and now her stomach was turning violently.

She shoved Jensen away and doubled over, grabbing a trash bin as she began to retch. Jensen’s expression darkened at the sight, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he gently patted her back, eventually helping her rinse her mouth and wipe her lips.

Worn out, Nina slumped against him, resting her head on his shoulder. Jensen stiffened at the

contact.

“What’s wrong?” Nina mumbled. “Didn’t they teach you how to take care of clients in your training sessions?”

Jensen looked down at her, his voice low. “And how exactly would you like me to take care of you?”

“Just let me lean on you for a minute…”

Her voice trailed off as her eyes drifted shut. Even though she’d only been back in the country for a few days, she felt utterly spent. Without a word, Jensen gathered her into his arms.

“Nina,” he said quietly, “try drinking like that again and see what happens.”

She didn’t answer; she was already fast asleep against his chest.

Once they reached the car, Jensen settled her into the passenger seat and reached over to fasten her seatbelt. Lacking any support, Nina’s head lolled onto his shoulder again. He sighed, gently nudging her back into place.

“Sleep properly,” he murmured.

“… Jensen…” she whispered faintly. “You’re such an asshole.”

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