Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 15's

Rachel brushed him off forcefully and barged into her study. Beads rolled and leaped at his feet. For a moment, there was only surprise and disbelief. Then there was anger in Rachel. “How can you?” he said as he turned back towards Jenson. Rachel's face was no longer pale. His face turned red in anger, his eyes blazing exactly like the emerald Jenson was still holding.

The unprepared Jenson was almost hit by a fist strike that Rachel aimed at her handsome face. The air rippled near her face as the fist escaped, Jenson managed to catch Rachel's arm before the girl tried to attack her again. “Wait a minute,” he said, but Rachel had already thrown herself violently towards Jenson and made the two of them hit the shelf. Anything that was still left on the shelf was shaken or fell.

It took some time, and some bruises on both camps, before Jenson finally managed to twist Rachel's arm back and make her silent.

“Stop.” Jenson continued to suppress Rachel until the woman glared at her, her eyes dry full of anger. “You deserve to be angry, but you won't get anything by beating me.”

“I know you can do a cheap act,” tell Rachel while gritting your teeth. “But I can't believe you're capable of doing something this dirty.”

“Trust in whatever you want to believe,” said Jenson, but she felt Rachel's body tremble as she tried to control herself. “Rachel,” Jenson's voice softens. “I didn't do this. Look at me,” demands a little trembling. “Why should I do this?”

Wanting to cry, Rachel's voice and eyes looked heavy. “Alright, try to explain, why did all this happen?”

Patience is not an advantage, but Jenson tried it. “Rachel, listen to me. Try to think clearly for a moment and listen to me. I got here a few minutes before you came. Through the window of my work space, I saw from the window of your work space someone came out, then I came here, and this is what I found.”

Rachel was just about to embarrass herself. He felt his eyes glaze over and hated it. “Let go of me.”

Carefully, Jenson releases Rachel's arm and steps back. “It hasn't been more than ten minutes since I saw someone come out of here. I think he took a path through the translucent backstairs to the warehouse then the back gate.”

Rachel tried to think, and erased the anger in her mind. “You can go,” he said calmly. “I have to clean up and do a check.”

Something hot choked in Jenson's throat from the expulsion. Recalling his own reaction when he opened the door of the study, he simply swallowed it. “I'll call the police if you want, but I don't know if anything was stolen.” He opened his grasp and showed the emerald.

“I can't imagine a thief leaving a stone like this just like that.”

Rachel took the emerald out of her husband's hands. While holding it, he felt his fingers pierced by a knife. The emerald seemed to come out of the wire wrapped around it.

His heart was pounding as he walked towards his desk. There were the remains of the necklace he had been working on for two weeks. Those beautiful delicate levels were already scattered, the emeralds that had previously hung gracefully, were now scattered. Rachel gathered her parts by hand while resisting the urge to scream.

“This right?” Jenson picked up a sketch from the floor. On paper, the necklace looked stunning, as well as full of imagination and courage. Jenson considers Rachel's drawing to be entitled to be called art. He imagined what it would be like if someone cut out one of his manuscripts. “You're almost done.”

Rachel put those parts on the table. “Leave me alone.” He lowered his body and began to collect rocks and beads.

“Rachel," he said as the girl ignored him, Jenson clutched his shoulder and shook it. “Rachel, I want to help.”

Rachel looked at him with a cold look. “That's enough you did, Jenson. Now leave me alone,” the door.

“Good.” Jenson let go and sped away. Anger and frustration passed through the hallway. In the midst of it he stopped, swore and wished for a cigarette.

Rachel had no right to accuse him. Worse, Rachel has no right to make Jenson feel responsible for the incident. The guilt she felt was almost as strong as Rachel would feel. With his hands in his pockets, Jenson stood up while looking back at the study and cursed the woman.

He almost started to step into his room, as he recalled how shocked and sick Rachel was at the door of the study. While calling himself a fool, Jenson turned around again.

When he opened the door again, the mess was still the same as the last time Jenson saw him. There was Rachel sitting in the middle of the room, on the floor near her work bench. He was crying silently.

Jenson felt the pure panic of the man when faced with feminine tears, and was surprised that the tears came from Rachel who had never shed them. He felt sympathy for someone who always seemed to be able to land a punch on target. Without saying a word, Jenson approached her and embraced Rachel's body.

Rachel's body stiffened, but Jenson had expected it. “I told you to go" said Rachel.

“Yah. Why should I listen to you?” Jenson stroked her hair.

Rachel wanted to shuffle onto the lap of the man and cry for hours.

“I don't want you here,” Rachel sobbed.

“I know. Let's just say I'm the white-spitting prince you have in your imagination.” Jenson.

“I cried just because I was angry.” While grunting, he pointed his face at Jenson's shirt.

“Sure.” Jenson kissed the top of his head. “Please get angry. I'm used to it and ready to take it.”

Rachel tells herself that it is because she is weakened by surprise and sadness, but she can relax in Jenson's arms. Her tears are spilling. When she cried, she cried with all her heart. When his crying was over, he was already recovering.

After her tears dried up, she sat comfortably in the arms of the Jenson. Safe. He won't question it now. Along with anger, came an unusual embarrassment he faced. He's been mean to Jenson. But the man came back and grabbed her. Who could have thought that the man could be patient, or compassionate? Or strong enough to make him accept both. Rachel let out a long sigh and let her eyes shut for a moment. Jenson's body was as fragrant as his nose.

“I'm sorry, Jenson.”

Rachel is so soft. Didn't he just think that woman wouldn't act like that?

Let her cheek sweep Rachel's hair.

“I'm really sorry,” said Rachel through guilt. As she turned her head, Rachel's lips touched Jenson's cheeks. It surprised both of them. Such contact is only for lovers or husband and wife.

“I couldn't think when I got here. Me...” His speech halted for a moment, astonished by Jenson's eyes pacified him. Why had he never noticed that before? “I need to clear this all.”

“Yeah.” Jenson traced Rachel's cheeks with her fingertips. That woman is so soft. Softer than he had thought before. “We both need to clean it up.”

So comfortable he was in the arms of Jenson. “I can't think yet, the next step but obviously I want to clean it up.” Rachel's lips were only an inch away from Jenson's, it was too close to ignore, but too far away to feel.

“Let's think together,” said Jenson. As Jenson touched her mouth to Rachel's mouth, Rachel did not turn away, but accepted.