Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 845: Miss Ford, can you let go of me now?

Catherine Ford was filled with caution regarding every question Benjamin Jones raised about Alice, visibly tense right now as she heard Benjamin ask if she knew Alice was very smart, slowly nodding with a delayed reaction, "Alice has always been very smart."

Benjamin glanced at Catherine, noticing the emotions starkly exposed on the woman’s face. He realized he had been too careless before; otherwise, given Catherine’s capability, he would have sensed something long ago. Although he was clear about it, he didn’t plan to call her out at that moment, his tone neutral as he analyzed, "Alice’s observation skills, practical abilities, memory, and thinking capabilities all exceed those of her peers. Have you ever considered advanced education for her?"

Catherine relaxed slightly upon hearing Benjamin’s words, then shook her head, "No, I just hope that Alice can have a happy childhood and grow up healthily and safely."

She was just an average person, who had seen the world’s beauty and also understood its malice; she merely wished for Alice’s safety and happiness.

Benjamin did not say anything more after that. Instead, it was Alice who patted her chest after finishing a small bowl of noodles, "Mommy, I’m super healthy!"

"Mhm, Alice is the best." Catherine said, tilting her head and gently nuzzling her daughter’s cheek, her beautiful face so tender that Benjamin found it difficult to look away until the mother and daughter finished their affectionate exchange. He hurriedly lowered his head and took an awkward sip of chicken soup.

After dinner, Alice’s milky voice insisted on helping her mother wash the dishes. She even stood on a small stool next to the sink. Catherine tried to carry her away to no avail; in the end, it was Benjamin who whispered something in Alice’s ear, and she obediently sat on the sofa continuing with her Rubik’s cube.

Catherine had just let out a sigh of relief when she saw the man who had sent Alice away coming straight towards her, confused she lifted her head, "Lawyer Jones..."

"I promised Alice I’d help you with the dishes." Saying so, Benjamin rolled up his sleeves, revealing his lean and muscular forearms. His skin was a light wheat color, exuding a healthy sheen under the light, with an indescribable sexiness.

Watching his actions, Catherine, due to their close proximity, easily caught the scent of his pheromones, and that powerful-looking forearm uncontrollably reminded her of those shattered memories, where one such memory was of the man gripping her waist with his forearm, beads of sweat dripping from her cheek onto the man’s light wheat-colored skin.

In recent years, Catherine rarely thought of those memories, but ever since she met Benjamin again, those images would unintentionally pop up.

Realizing what she was thinking, Catherine’s fair skin flushed from her cheeks to her neck, struggling not to let her thoughts wander, when she suddenly saw the tall man bend over to her side, with a different tone than before, he softly asked, "Miss Ford, what are you thinking about? Your face is so red."

Catherine took a startled step back, her whole demeanor like a frightened cat, her large eyes wide, "I... I’m just feeling a bit hot."

Saying this, Catherine extended her hand and fanned vigorously, trying to cover her flustered state, internally cursing that she must really be getting old to be feeling aroused in front of Benjamin.

"Oh." Benjamin responded with a meaningful ’oh’.

Catherine quickly continued to nod, only to see the typically ice-cold man suddenly smile. The laughter resonating from his chest made her whole body tingle, her nodding motion froze, and she just stared at him.

Pleased by Catherine’s reaction, Benjamin reached out to tousle her hair, soft and pleasant to touch just as he remembered, and he suddenly felt in high spirits. Neglecting Catherine’s startled state, he strode into the kitchen to start washing up.

He didn’t plan on cooking when designing the villa, so he didn’t install a dishwasher, but seeing Catherine’s slightly dry hands, he resolved to have one installed the very next day.

Catherine, stunned by his actions, took a while to recover, and upon seeing Benjamin washing the dishes, she hastily rushed over, "Lawyer Jones, please don’t, I’ll do it."

"I’ve already promised Alice; do you want me to break a promise to a child?" Benjamin casually glanced at Catherine and asked.

Catherine Ford, "..."

"You go ahead with your things." Not paying attention to Catherine Ford’s response, Benjamin Jones added another sentence and continued washing the dishes.

Catherine Ford stood next to the man for a while, ensuring that he really would wash the dishes before getting busy with other things. Since she had promised to make lunch for Benjamin Jones, she needed to prepare quite a few ingredients. Glancing at the time and noting it was eight o’clock, with Alice needing to sleep at nine, she couldn’t afford to get lost in thought and quickly began bustling about.

The villa’s kitchen was large, and Catherine Ford always felt it was inconvenient to fetch things when she was busy. However, when Benjamin stood next to the sink, she suddenly felt the space become cramped, and her breathing grew difficult. She barely made it to when the sound of the running water stopped, took a breath of relief, and then heard the man asking, "Where should these go?"

It might be unbelievable to others, but Lawyer Jones didn’t even know where his own dishes were kept.

"I’ll do it." Catherine Ford hurried over to take them, but due to her frayed nerves, she slipped as she lifted them and slid forward. Instinctively clutching at the cupboard, the stack of dishes in her hand fell, causing her to let out a frightened yelp. Just as the dishes shattered on the floor, she felt a tight grip around her waist.

Even through her clothing, Catherine Ford could feel the intense heat from the man’s palm, scorching hot, causing her whole body to curl up. With the instinct to struggle, she heard Benjamin’s low and husky voice, "Be careful, don’t move."

Catherine Ford immediately stopped moving, not out of fear, but because her entire body was too tense to move.

At this moment, Alice, hearing the noise, ran into the kitchen. Seeing Uncle Jones holding her mom, she covered her eyes with both hands, "Mommy, Uncle are being shy!"

Catherine Ford, Benjamin Jones, "..."

"Alice, don’t talk nonsense. Mommy accidentally broke some bowls and plates, and your Uncle Jones is helping mommy." Despite her ears reddening, Catherine Ford tried her best to explain to her daughter.

"Oh." Alice nodded thoughtfully, then noticed the shards on the floor, "Mommy’s clumsy."

"Alice, you’re not allowed to laugh at your mommy." Benjamin Jones corrected Alice, and then looked at Catherine Ford in his arms, "How long do you plan on staying in my arms?"

With a whoosh, Catherine Ford’s face became even hotter. She quickly pushed Benjamin Jones away and tried to stand up, but he wrapped his arm around her waist and simply lifted her onto the countertop. Then he stepped over the broken ceramic pieces, picking up Alice and placing the little girl outside the kitchen. He swept up the shards into the trash can and then turned to Catherine Ford, "Do you want to get down yourself, or shall I carry you?"

"By myself!" After Catherine Ford spoke, she jumped down fiercely but landed on Benjamin due to his proximity and the momentum of her jump.

Benjamin Jones stayed still, looking at the flustered woman raising her head, her large eyes like that of a startled deer, lips slightly upturned, "Miss Ford, may I ask if you can let go of me now?"

Only then did Catherine Ford realize her hands were grabbing onto the man’s chest, and she suddenly felt the impulse to drop dead on the spot.

Fortunately, Benjamin Jones didn’t say anything else. As soon as Catherine Ford took her hands away, he left the kitchen.

Phew!

As if she had regained oxygen, Catherine Ford took a deep breath. For a moment, she didn’t know what to do and stood dazed in the kitchen for a while before finally starting to move again, although noticeably slower than usual.

By the time she came out, Alice was already dozing off. Catherine Ford quickly wrapped Alice up and took the little girl back to where they were staying.

But after Alice had washed up and fallen asleep, she lay in bed unable to sleep no matter what.

Today had been filled with too many events; first, there was the inexplicable conflict with Anna Ford, followed by rumors swirling around the office, then being advised to resign by the company. It was an utterly disheartening day which was momentarily forgotten due to the indescribable ambiguity with Benjamin Jones, until her thoughts became a tangled mess now.

After climbing into bed and triple-checking her finances, realizing that she was indeed too poor to afford any waste and that she needed to find a job as soon as possible, her thoughts uncontrollably drifted towards Benjamin Jones. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Although she had taken a shower after returning, Catherine Ford still felt the vague warmth of a man on the top of her head and around her waist, an itch she couldn’t scratch away. In the end, she didn’t even know when she fell asleep.

In her sleep, she had an especially chaotic dream. From breaking up with Forrest Martin to getting drunk at a nightclub and sleeping with Benjamin Jones, to the shock of an unexpected pregnancy and the resulting downtrodden despair, and later her marriage to Foster Newman—it was like one nightmare after another, both real and repulsive, until the final scene where she seemed to be back in Benjamin Jones’ kitchen. The man was more bewitching than when she was awake, and this time, after placing her on the countertop, he didn’t leave but pressed against her waist, breathing lightly by her ear...

Waking up, Catherine Ford found her lips dry and her throat sore. Recalling the scenes from the dream, she felt her body burn with shame and panic. It took her a while to reassure herself that it was a normal physiological response; she wasn’t a young girl anymore, and it was normal to have such needs.

However, despite what she told herself, after taking Alice over to greet Benjamin Jones in the morning, Catherine Ford stayed busy all day, deliberately avoiding Benjamin’s gaze even during meals, for fear that one glance would bring back the memory of the man’s aggressively invasive eyes in her dream.

Feeling guilty, Catherine Ford’s skin showed an abnormal flush. After sending Alice off, Benjamin Jones couldn’t help but ask, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Catherine Ford was seated next to Benjamin Jones, and his unexpected voice made her body jolt, her eyes turning to him in a flustered panic, before she vehemently shook her head. "I’m fine, not feeling unwell at all."

"Have you done something to wrong me, that you are acting so guilty?" Benjamin Jones looked at the obviously overreacting Catherine Ford and raised an eyebrow in question.

Involuntarily swallowing, Catherine Ford continued to shake her head, "I haven’t..." but as she spoke, the dream’s passionate embrace from the previous night resurfaced in her mind, flushing her ears even redder.

Benjamin Jones watched her and suddenly leaned closer.

Startled, Catherine Ford recoiled, nearly hitting the back of her head against the car window. Suddenly, Benjamin Jones reached out, and her head hit his sturdy palm. She hastily turned away, but her lips brushed against his broad palm.

Both were momentarily stunned, then Catherine Ford came to her senses and straightened up to apologize to Benjamin Jones.

Benjamin Jones, with darkened eyes, looked at the woman in front of him, radiating rejection but yet gazing at him with large, dewy eyes. Suddenly, he recalled the somewhat ethereal dream from the night before, where Catherine in the dream had been much bolder than she was now. No, not just bolder but also provocatively flirtatious.

The soft, low moan was both sweet and seductive. Upon waking, he had been contemplating whether that was just his dream or an actual past event.

Suddenly, he wanted to try and see.

Fortunately, in the end, his rationality reined him in.

Benjamin Jones returned to his own seat, coughing lightly to cover up his earlier emotions, but his heart was churning with various feelings. He knew that it was the first time since his adolescence that he had felt such desire for a woman.

It was a strange yet thrilling feeling that made him lose control.

Yet, it seemed like he didn’t hate this loss of control at all.

With a sidelong glance at Catherine Ford, he noticed she had already sat back properly, but her earlobes remained pinkish, tender and tight, irresistibly tempting one to try and caress them.

"Cough cough cough..." Realizing what he was thinking, Benjamin Jones coughed lightly to suppress his imagination.

Catherine Ford grew even more nervous because of the ambiguous atmosphere in the car. Hearing Benjamin cough suddenly, she didn’t dare to look at him, sitting even more upright until Reed parked the car by the roadside a turn away from the company. Only then did she stiffly get out of the car, to see Benjamin extending a thermos to her, "Yours."

"Thank you." Taking the thermos, Catherine Ford said thanks stiffly, hugging it and then turning to jog away.

Benjamin Jones watched as she left with another thermos of the same model but different color, chuckling, "What a silly woman."

Up front, Reed glanced in shock at his BOSS through the rearview mirror. What was with this indulgent tone? Could it be that the BOSS really started dating Miss Ford?

Thinking about the recent gossip in the company that the BOSS and the female star Ellis Raindream were dating, if not for the fear of being fired, he would have been eager to join in and tell those fools, what female star? The BOSS’s taste wasn’t that light!

He certainly wasn’t looking, but when he did, it was for a divorced lady!

Seeing that Reed hadn’t started the car yet, Benjamin Jones asked, "What, planning to let me drive?"

"No, of course not." Snapped back to reality, Reed hurriedly started the car, no longer daring to gossip about his boss.

But then Benjamin Jones suddenly asked, "Ever been in love?"

"Been... been in love," Reed answered nervously, not understanding why his BOSS would suddenly ask him this.

After hearing this, Benjamin Jones just uttered an "Oh," and then asked a question that sent shivers through Reed’s gossip-loving soul, "Do you think I’m suitable for Catherine Ford?"

But as much as his soul was trembling, it was more important to save his skin. After careful consideration, Reed said, "It’s only suitable if both you and Miss Ford think it is, others’ opinions don’t matter."

"So you think we’re not suitable?" Benjamin Jones suddenly asked coldly.

Reed shuddered, "No, how could that be, you and Miss Ford are a perfect match, a talented man and a beautiful woman."

Sometimes being a driver is a very dangerous job, Reed thought with a guilty conscience after saying that. But seeing the BOSS’s eyes relax in the rearview mirror, he immediately felt it was all worth it.

As for whether they were suitable or not, it was up to the boss to decide, not him.

Benjamin Jones lightly snorted, though knowing that Reed was buttering him up, he nevertheless felt quite pleased. He just didn’t know if Catherine Ford felt the same way?