Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 827 Benjamin Jones, you really hide deep

Benjamin Jones’s usual stern face showed some cracks in his expression.

He really didn’t understand what his mother knew!

It was only when Catherine Ford heard the word "Mom" did she realize that the woman in front of her was Benjamin Jones’s mother, and she stood somewhat awkwardly in the kitchen, "Auntie, hello, I’m Lawyer Jones..."

"Mom, your phone is ringing." Catherine hadn’t finished her explanation when a small figure squeezed through the door that wasn’t fully closed. Without a clear view of the situation inside the villa, she raised her little hand and called out to Catherine.

Mrs. Jones slowly looked over and saw the little newcomer, her eyes, nose, and mouth were nearly an exact replica of her son when he was a child. Her mouth hung open as wide as an egg, incredulously looking back at her son, who was wearing a bathrobe, "So, there’s even a child involved now, Benjamin, you’ve really kept this hidden deep!"

Benjamin Jones pressed his forehead, "Mom, don’t talk nonsense."

"Uncle, you’re up!" As soon as Benjamin finished speaking, Alice heard his voice and happily hurled herself toward him.

Benjamin instinctively squatted down to scoop Alice into his arms, his practiced action making his previous denial seem particularly feeble.

"Still denying it," muttered Mrs. Jones, who had never seen her son so affectionate with a child. She then walked over to the open kitchen, asked gently and with utmost warmth, "Little girl, what’s your name, and what delicious thing are you making? I smell something really fragrant."

"My name is Catherine Ford. You’ve misunderstood; it’s not what you think between Lawyer Jones and me. I’m cooking for him temporarily because I owe him money and his housekeeper is on leave," Catherine replied, too rushed to mention what she was cooking, quickly clarifying to Mrs. Jones.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Jones’s eyes sparkled even more. She didn’t realize her son was so kind-hearted, helping someone out and then having them cook to repay the debt – it probably was just a ruse.

She couldn’t help but lament, who said her son was emotionless when it came to relationships? Look at him, resorting to such a tacky trick when it comes to someone he likes.

"Catherine, how did you cook this porridge? It smells really fragrant," Mrs. Jones simply ignored Catherine’s clarification and asked curiously while sniffing the air.

Catherine Ford promptly gave Mrs. Jones an explanation and then hurriedly added, "Mrs. Jones, please don’t misunderstand Lawyer Jones."

"I’m not misunderstanding, not at all," Mrs. Jones said, yet her gaze upon Catherine became even more eager. She asked about one thing after another, and Catherine felt so flustered her palms began to sweat.

"Mom." Benjamin Jones was talking with Alice and lifted his hand to his forehead helplessly when he heard the commotion in the kitchen, trying to restrain himself as he called out again to his mother.

Mrs. Jones gave an awkward laugh thinking, she’s already taken up his defense, huh? Her gaze turned even more affectionate towards Catherine, making her feel so clumsy in the kitchen that she could hardly move. It wasn’t until Mrs. Jones left that Catherine stood with her back to the living room direction and took several deep breaths, then briskly got on with handling the rest of the things.

Mrs. Jones, who had exited the kitchen, was not yet at rest. She went straight to sit beside Alice, "Tell grandma what your name is, how old are you?"

"Grandma, my name is Alice, I am three and a half years old this year." Alice looked at the beautiful grandma and answered obediently.

Mrs. Jones thought to herself that the child was already three and a half years old. She turned her head and gave her son a reproachful glance, "Alice is so good, would you like to give grandma a hug?"

Alice tilted her head and glanced at Benjamin Jones, then at Mrs. Jones, and after a moment of hesitation, she stretched out her small arms, "Okay."

Mrs. Jones probed, "Alice, why did you look at uncle before hugging grandma?"

Alice replied earnestly, "Mommy says Alice shouldn’t hug strangers, but I like uncle. Uncle is a good person, and grandma is uncle’s mommy, so grandma is also a good person and can hug."

Alice spoke in a convoluted way, but since she was young with a slow speech rate, and was seriously pondering as she spoke, both Mrs. Jones and Benjamin Jones could hear her clearly.

Unlike Benjamin who already knew Alice was clever, Mrs. Jones, surprised by Alice’s words, picked up the little girl and exclaimed, "Our Alice is really smart."

Alice was particularly happy to be praised.

Mrs. Jones wanted to coax some more information out of Alice, but Catherine Ford had already prepared breakfast and asked respectfully, "Lawyer Jones, Aunt Jones, breakfast is ready. Would you like to eat now?"

"Yes, yes." Before Benjamin could respond, Mrs. Jones had already answered, unwilling to put Alice down from her arms, she looked down at the little girl, "Alice, would you like to have breakfast with grandma?"

Alice looked towards Catherine Ford, who was bringing over the clay pot, "Mommy, can I have breakfast with grandma?"

Catherine Ford forced a smile at Mrs. Jones and said, "Aunt Jones, I’m sorry I have to—"

"It smells good, is this fish congee? Benjamin, go help Miss Ford with serving the dishes." She said as she grabbed Catherine Ford’s hand, "Miss Ford, come join us."

"No need, I..."

"What do you mean no need? You prepared the meal, so if you don’t eat, who will? Besides, Alice is also hungry." Catherine Ford’s refusal had barely left her mouth before Mrs. Jones interrupted her, then holding Alice’s little hand, "Is our Alice hungry?"

Benjamin couldn’t hold back, shuddering from his mother’s cloying voice and getting goosebumps, he casually picked up Alice to seat her on the sofa and then stood up to look at Catherine Ford, who was made to feel awkward by his mother, "Sit down, I’ll serve."

"No need, I will do it. This is my job." Catherine Ford became anxious, hurriedly following Benjamin, but moving too quickly, she stumbled and was falling forward, her eyes widening in alarm, inwardly she cursed her luck, then closed her eyes. However, after waiting three seconds without feeling the anticipated pain, she felt a firm grip around her waist and startled, opened her eyes, only to meet Benjamin’s deep gaze.

Thump thump thump!

Her heart skipped a beat, and even though there was a layer of fabric between them, Catherine Ford could still feel the warmth of the man’s palm and its rough texture, spreading over her skin, turning her body a shade of pink, and she momentarily forgot how to react until she heard the man’s deep voice, "Can you stand steadily?"

That question snapped Catherine back to reality, and she stood up abruptly, murmuring a thanks to Benjamin before rushing into the kitchen.

Mrs. Jones, sitting on the sofa, immediately stifled Alice’s cry from moments before, with an air of hidden merit, she didn’t forget to send a message to her husband, "Mr. Jones, you now have a granddaughter-in-law and a granddaughter."

On the other end, Mr. Jones glanced at his wife’s message and let out a light snort. That woman must be going mad with desire for a granddaughter-in-law. And a granddaughter? Better make sure if his son even likes women first.

Mrs. Jones didn’t get upset over her husband’s lack of response. She adopted the demeanor of a gentle grandmother and got chummy with Alice, who answered every question with exceptional politeness, making Mrs. Jones more and more delighted by the minute, thinking Alice was just like her son when he was young.

When Benjamin brought out the breakfast, he saw his mother’s eager-beaver attitude towards Alice like a human trafficker, his perennial icy face betrayed a touch of embarrassment, and he awkwardly glanced at Catherine Ford, "Don’t mind her, my mother is not usually like this, she probably just... really likes Alice a lot."

"No... no problem." Catherine Ford was still a bit dazed, as if the man’s hand still lingered on her waist, her whole body feeling flushed.

Seeing Catherine Ford’s cheeks tinged pink, and remembering the soft feel in his palm just a moment ago, Benjamin also felt a sudden discomfort, "Let’s eat."

Mrs. Jones observed the interaction between the two, her lips curved into a knowing smile. Indeed, there was potential here.