Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 838: The Reserved and Silently Attractive Man

Chapter 838: Chapter 838: The Reserved and Silently Attractive Man

After dinner, Catherine Ford took Alice back to her place, and Reed moved the six boxes from the Ford family to Benjamin Jones into the house. The additional two boxes were from Mr. Ford to Catherine, which Benjamin instructed Reed to deliver directly to her.

Once Reed left, Mrs. Jones curiously opened the boxes and then gave her son a weird look. Benjamin, puzzled, asked, "Is there a problem?"

"Nothing, just share some with Mom. You keeping them won’t be of much use anyway." Mrs. Jones said and even winked at her son.

Benjamin, "..."

He walked over, opened the boxes, and found they were all filled with food items: one box of cured meat, one box of cinnamon, chili, Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, aniseed, pepper, and other spices, one box of dried vegetables that included black fungus, white fungus, longans, dates, goji berries, and the last box was dried seafood, including scallops, sea cucumbers, shark fins, sea cucumber guts, abalones...

Each box was packed to the brim, with every item neatly vacuum-sealed and stacked.

After inspecting them, Benjamin’s expression was even stranger than his mother’s. He could tell these items were carefully selected, and the four boxes weren’t cheap. The Ford family had put a lot of thought into this for him.

"You promised to have the driver come and take them away tomorrow." Mrs. Jones knew more about these items than Benjamin did and recognised them as high-quality goods. After her remark, she added, "Treat Catherine better in the future."

Benjamin hadn’t agreed to the first request, and the second one made him quite uncomfortable. With a frown, he looked at his mother as if asking, what do you mean by ’treat Catherine better’?

Having raised her taciturn son to thirty, Mrs. Jones understood his expressions all too well and immediately got the hint. Pretending to be oblivious, she chuckled and said, "That’s settled then."

"No, that won’t do." This time Benjamin finally spoke up, and his refusal was very straightforward.

Mrs. Jones was shocked, "Why not? You neither cook nor eat them, keeping them would be a waste."

"Oh, Catherine can cook." Benjamin closed the boxes after he spoke and then instructed Reed, "Put them in the kitchen. Let Catherine deal with them tomorrow. You should go home early to rest, no need to come to work tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Reed promptly went about the task.

Mrs. Jones watched as Reed took the boxes to the kitchen, heartbroken; those were premium items not available in supermarkets. "My son, you don’t love your mother anymore."

Benjamin immediately got goosebumps, "Mom, I’m not Dad."

He meant to say, don’t act coquettishly with me.

Mrs. Jones’s heart was struck once more, so she headed to the kitchen and took out a piece of matcha bean paste cake from the fridge, needing to eat something to soothe her wounded soul.

But just as she did, Benjamin’s departing footsteps halted; his deep black eyes landed on the cake.

Mrs. Jones noticed, "You want to eat? No way."

After saying that, she took a bite herself, only to hear her son slowly say, "Not really, it puts on weight."

Mrs. Jones, "..." Her son could really be vexing.

Even though Benjamin said that, he went upstairs looking for the small biscuits Catherine sent him last time. He found the tin, but it was completely empty.

Holding the empty biscuit tin, he almost instantly knew his parents were to blame, feeling a wave of annoyance for not hiding it better.

Now, having missed out on the cake and the biscuits gone as well, Benjamin’s mood inexplicably worsened. After pondering, he messaged Catherine, "No need to come over too early tomorrow."

Catherine Ford, who had just finished taking a bath, saw the message from the man who usually didn’t bother replying. Remembering that she had taken two days off and didn’t need to go tomorrow, and that she could also take Alice to get used to the early learning class at the property management, nodded in agreement.

After placing the order, she remembered the man wasn’t right in front of her, and hurriedly replied, "Okay, what time should I come over?"

"Nine o’clock, my mother really likes the cakes you make," Benjamin Jones deliberated for a moment before replying.

"Then I’ll make some to take back to Auntie tomorrow." Catherine Ford had a very good impression of the Joneses, and she was pleased that Mrs. Jones liked her cakes.

But after sending that response, she thought Benjamin wouldn’t say anything more, only for her phone to buzz with another message: "And cookies."

Catherine pondered; she hadn’t made cookies for Mrs. Jones, then she recalled the portion that Alice shared with Benjamin the last time, and suddenly understood—the man probably didn’t eat them, so he gave them to Mrs. Jones.

She felt an inexplicable sense of disappointment, but quickly adjusted her mood and replied.

Yet after replying, she found herself unable to sleep, thinking about the events of the past few days, and some of the man’s unintentional gestures, which easily rippled her heart, especially tonight when she fell and he pulled her into his arms—that moment of palpitation had not yet completely faded away.

But no matter how her heart fluttered, Catherine knew that she and he were impossible.

Just like the advice her father had given her.

Sighing softly, Catherine looked at her daughter on the bed, sprawled out in sleep, realizing she probably wasn’t sleepy because she had slept too long in the car and decided to go to the kitchen to make cakes and cookies.

With that, she became busy until late at night.

The next day, Benjamin notified his father’s driver the night before to pick up his mother at 8:30 in the morning. Mrs. Jones, preoccupied with thoughts of the paternity test results, didn’t Tsukkomi her son for once, and got up at eight to get ready, dawdled a little, and only then by nine o’clock, just as she descended the stairs, saw Catherine coming in with two bags.

Benjamin, on the treadmill, looked slightly stunned and was about to speak when he heard Catherine’s surprised question, "Auntie, are you leaving now?"

Mrs. Jones thinking of her son saying Catherine wouldn’t come over this morning, glanced at Benjamin with a smile and said, "I have things to attend to back home, I will come visit you and Alice in a few days."

Upon hearing Mrs. Jones, Catherine felt a bit embarrassed and hurriedly refused, then quickly opened the bags in her hand, "Lawyer Jones said you like the cakes and cookies I make, so I made some last night."

As she spoke, Catherine took out a box of cakes and two boxes of cookies.

The cakes were small, with a box containing four flavors; she made several flavors of cookies as well, especially brought over this morning.

Mrs. Jones took Catherine’s paper bag with a complex look, glanced at her son, still running on the treadmill as if he didn’t care about the commotion over here, and chuckled inwardly. Still playing coy, fooling, pretending not to be interested in the girl.

So he hurried her up in the morning, all to trick the young lady into making sweets for him in her name, tsk tsk.

Benjamin felt his mother’s mocking gaze, cleared his throat to turn off the treadmill, wiped the thin sweat from his cheeks with a towel, and urged as if unintentionally, "Mom, the driver has been waiting for you for forty minutes."

"Oh," Mrs. Jones said in a meaningful tone, thanked Catherine gracefully, and left. However, as soon as she got into the car, the dignified Mrs. Jones immediately called her husband, "Do you know what your precious son did today?"

Mr. Jones was used to his wife’s daily Tsukkomi of their son and patiently listened from last night’s gifts from the Fords until the morning’s events, somewhat incredulous, "Did he really do that?"

"Indeed, he tricked me by saying Catherine wouldn’t come over this morning and asked you to arrange for the driver to pick me up early. Then he told Catherine to come a bit later, saying it was because I wanted cakes and cookies. If I hadn’t dawdled, I would have definitely missed Catherine and not gotten the cakes and cookies," Mrs. Ford remarked with a tsk.

Mr. Jones laughed, "Seems like your son is truly lovestruck this time."

Mrs. Jones nodded, but thinking of Catherine, she couldn’t help but murmur, "It’s a pity the girl is divorced..."