Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 849 You Look Really Good When You Smile

Benjamin Jones stood upright, staring at the drunken woman in front of him. His usually stern, expressionless face seemed even colder in the winter night, but the slight tremble at the bottom of his eyes betrayed his true emotions, "Anything else?"

"And also..." Catherine Ford looked up, trying hard to think, but she slipped, falling towards the ground. In the next moment, her waist was caught by a large hand. She looked up with drunken eyes, her gaze landed on the man’s pale pink lips, and she suddenly laughed foolishly, her fingertip touching his lips, "And also... so soft."

Benjamin’s body involuntarily shivered uncontrollably, as he grasped Catherine’s delicate wrist, "Do you know what you are doing?"

"Touching you." Gone was her usual cautiousness when sober, Catherine was now extremely bold, considering it was just a dream, she didn’t need to take responsibility.

The man, hearing her response, had his eyes swirling deep with unseeable emotions, "Say that again?"

"If you want me to say it, I’ll say it." Dropping that remark, Catherine leaned closer to the man, pouting her palm-sized face up, "This dream feels even more realistic than last time."

After finishing, she reached out and tugged on Benjamin’s icy face, "Smile for me, will you?"

Benjamin felt both annoyed and amused, usually pretending to be as well-behaved as a little hamster, and now she was daring beyond measure, the corners of his lips slightly turned up, "How do you want me to smile?"

"Right, just like that." After he said these words, Catherine let out a low cry, then stood on her tiptoes, pressing his lips with both hands, "Yes, just like that, don’t move."

Benjamin Jones, "..."

Catherine opened her mouth slightly, looking very satisfied with the man’s lips, muttering that it was still better in dreams, then couldn’t help but gaze at Benjamin again, "You look really handsome when you smile."

Phew!

"I’ll take you back." After hearing this, Benjamin was shaken again. He felt he couldn’t stay any longer, otherwise, he didn’t know what this drunken woman might do next.

However, as soon as he said this, it somehow struck a nerve in Catherine, and she suddenly slapped his hand away, "Where are you taking me? I’m not going anywhere!"

Benjamin had never encountered a drunken woman before. He initially found her drunkenness cute, but now he was feeling a headache coming on, "It’s cold outside, let’s go to the room."

"What are we doing in the room? Are you going to sleep with me?" After saying this, Catherine looked at Benjamin expectantly.

Bemused, Benjamin was left speechless, his mouth moved a few times but couldn’t utter a word, he stared at Catherine for quite some time before asking, "Do you know who I am?"

"I know, Lawyer Jones, a heartless man, hey, you slept with me and then acted like you didn’t know me, you’re so cruel, hee hee." After saying that, Catherine laughed foolishly again.

After hearing her, Benjamin exhaled deeply, grasping Catherine’s chin, "I didn’t pretend I didn’t recognize you."

"Right, you just forgot." After hearing this, Catherine’s tone became despondent, then she waved her hand, "It doesn’t matter, I’m not someone worth remembering anyway..." mumbling to herself, Catherine staggeringly walked towards the direction of the rooftop.

Benjamin grabbed her wrist, "Where are you going?"

"Why are you holding me? There’s a meteor shower tonight; I want to make a wish." Saying this, Catherine somehow found the strength to shake Benjamin off, but because she used too much force, she slipped and fell directly. In desperation, Benjamin caught her waist, but he too fell down, and in a critical moment, he tightened his grip on Catherine, flipping over, and both of them fell to the ground, Catherine landing safely on top of him.

Benjamin endured the dull pain, looking at the woman lying unharmed on top of him, he breathed a sigh of relief silently, only to see Catherine’s lips slightly parted, her eyes widened as she gazed at the sky.

Thinking she was sober, Benjamin Jones softly asked, "Are you alright?"

"Shooting star!" Catherine Ford then closed her eyes after saying this.

It took a while for the woman to open her eyes, and Benjamin Jones softly asked, "What wish did you make?"

"If a wish is spoken, it won’t come true." The woman on his body answered him very seriously.

Benjamin laughed softly, shook his head helplessly, then saw the woman mysteriously leaning close to his ear, "But this is a dream, so it’s okay to tell you. I made two wishes, one is that no one will compete with me for Alice, the other is to become rich overnight, heh heh heh."

Benjamin watched the person on him, his eyes soft, then heard the person in his arms continue to mutter, "Do you know why I want to become rich overnight?"

"Why?"

"Because once I have money, no one can take Alice away!" Catherine Ford explained with a look suggesting how could you be so silly, that tone filled with a flirtatiousness not heard in ordinary days.

Watching the person on him, Benjamin never knew that she would be like this in front of someone she trusted, feeling both emotional and heartache, he suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Catherine Ford’s face, "Shall I help you make your wishes come true?"

The person on him seemed not quite to understand his meaning, looking down at his eyes, seemingly trying hard to grasp his words, but while thinking about it just rested her head against his chest.

Benjamin came out in a hurry, only wearing cotton pajamas, now Catherine Ford rested her head on his chest, he could distinctly feel the warmth from her body, and her breath mixed with alcohol scent along with her own light sweet smell, not unpleasant, looking down he could clearly see her eyelashes, fluttering like summer butterflies, inadvertently stirring his heart.

It took a while for Benjamin to find his voice, asking in a low tone, "What are you doing?" This is throwing oneself into one’s arms, right?

Catherine Ford still rested on the man’s chest, gently replying, "You are really nice."

Benjamin laughed softly, "Just by this, you already think I’m nice? But weren’t you just scolding me?"

"I was scolding Benjamin Jones, not you." Catherine Ford explained with blurry eyes, the effects of alcohol making her mind more confused.

However, her words made Benjamin annoyed, "If I’m not Benjamin Jones then who am I?"

"It’s different, how can dreams be the same as reality." Catherine Ford mumbled, in reality, how could she possibly embrace Benjamin Jones like this, these things only exist in dreams.

Benjamin tantalizingly asked, "What’s different about it?"

"It’s different, this one can be kissed, that one cannot." Catherine Ford said, becoming sleepier.

Benjamin’s eyes slightly lifted, "This one can be kissed? Then give it a try and kiss."

"Okay!" Catherine Ford replied readily, suddenly raising her head, her eyes still slightly squinted, and cheekily looked at the man’s lips.

Benjamin, watched by her gaze, breathed unsteadily, subconsciously licked his lips watching her hazy eyes, clearly knowing this kind of behavior was despicable right now, but his heart was uncontrollably looking forward to her kiss.

The night in winter was nice, Catherine Ford slowly moved her lips closer, almost about to kiss, Benjamin’s Adam’s apple involuntarily rolling, he subconsciously closed his eyes, but waiting and waiting, three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds passed, still not feeling the soft touch, Benjamin suddenly opened his eyes, only to find Catherine Ford resting on his shoulder breathing evenly, evidently fallen asleep.

"Ha." Benjamin looked at the woman’s sleeping face, letting out a light sigh. At that moment, an indescribable annoyance arose in his heart, mingled with a faint sense of loss. He couldn’t help but gently poke Catherine’s cheek.

Having drunk alcohol, her cheeks were burning hot. When he poked her, she murmured in displeasure and continued sleeping.

Benjamin felt helpless, looked up at the shooting star fleeting across the sky, then slowly stood up. He lifted the person in his arms and picked up the blanket that Catherine had dropped, wrapping it around her, before carrying her downstairs.

Upon entering the villa, Benjamin felt warmth envelop his entire body. Carrying Catherine from the third floor down to the first, he pushed open the bedroom door. Alice was sound asleep; he carefully walked in, placed Catherine beside her, and tucked in both mother and daughter but didn’t leave immediately.

Although it was Benjamin’s first time in this guest room, he knew it hadn’t always been styled this way. Catherine had made it warmer and more inhabitable, just like how comfortable she made people feel.

After a thought, Benjamin went to the bathroom, found a towel, wetted it with hot water, and gently wiped Catherine’s face and the exposed skin. When the towel touched her lips, his motion involuntarily slowed, thinking back to the kiss he had almost tricked her into, then shook his head with a curse under his breath, ’Pathetic!’

After tidying up Catherine simply, Benjamin was ready to leave but then heard Alice muttering something in her sleep. He couldn’t quite hear it, so he leaned closer and heard the word ’daddy’.

His body suddenly stiffened, pain pinching him again as he looked at that soft, cute, baby-faced expression.

Thinking of how sensible Alice usually was and the longing in her dream, something in his chest seemed on the verge of bursting forth. It took Benjamin a while to reluctantly leave the room of Catherine and Alice.

All the way, Benjamin’s thoughts were somewhat scattered. When he opened his door, he was surprised to see his mother, Mrs. Jones, sitting upright in the living room. If it weren’t for her pajamas, he would have almost thought it was a scene repeating from another evening. He frowned slightly and asked, "Mom, why aren’t you asleep yet?"

"You aren’t asleep either," Mrs. Jones eyed her son with a triumphant look.

Benjamin sighed, "I had something to take care of, I’m about to sleep."

"What’s so pressing that our distinguished Lawyer Jones had to run over to someone’s house in his pajamas and slippers, staying there for an hour?" Mrs. Jones wasn’t planning on letting her son off easily tonight.

A sigh.

Benjamin looked down at himself and pressed his brow, "Professor Gray, your son is nearly thirty, not three."

"You’re eighty or still my son, tell me, what’s exactly going on between you and Catherine now? I heard you have a girlfriend?" Mrs. Jones shot back at her son, then asked eagerly.

Although it was an interrogation, the gossip was clearly mingled in it.

"Not now," Benjamin cleverly used his words.

Mrs. Jones raised an eyebrow, "So there’s going to be one soon?"

"Not necessarily."

Mrs. Jones, "...I would like to know which woman made my son so unconfident."

Benjamin ignored his mother’s teasing tone, suddenly becoming serious, "Mom, I’ve decided to marry Catherine."

"Wha... what?" Although Frances Gray had guessed some of her son’s thoughts, hearing him express his intentions so seriously and earnestly took her slightly by surprise, especially since the subject was Catherine.

The girl is indeed not bad, but her background is really just average, and on top of that, she’s been married before. It’s not that they are snobbish, but the two really are not a good match.

Moreover, the girl looks somewhat like Abigail. If her son marries her for that reason, it wouldn’t be fair to Catherine Ford either.

"Mom, I’m serious," Benjamin Jones said after seeing his mother’s reaction and pondering for a moment.

Mrs. Jones realized that her son was stating his decision, not seeking her opinion. She became serious, "Benjamin, think it through. Not to mention Catherine’s situation is complicated, the most important thing is if you marry her because she resembles Abigail or because she is Alice’s mother, it is very unfair to her. I am a woman too, and I know what matters most to women."

"Mom, I understand, and please trust me, I’m not marrying her because she resembles Abby. As for Alice, she’s a reason, but definitely not the only reason." Benjamin didn’t deny that Alice played a role in his decision, but he knew that she was not the main factor.

After hearing this, Mrs. Jones had no doubts - her naive son had fallen for the girl. Otherwise, he wouldn’t help them so persistently and repeatedly for no apparent reason.

But thinking of her husband, Mrs. Jones hesitated, "And your father..."

"Please help me say some good words to him." It was rare for Benjamin, a usually stern and composed person, to soften his stance for Catherine.

Mrs. Jones rolled her eyes at her son. It was the first time she heard him speak like this, all for a woman, but in her view, it was good that her son was finally willing to move out of Abigail’s shadow and start a new relationship. She could endure everything else.

Moreover, Catherine was just from a less prestigious background and had been married before, but she was beautiful, well-behaved, and could cook – all things considered, not too bad.

Mrs. Jones had already convinced herself, and now looking at her son with anticipation, "Then when do you plan to get engaged? It definitely can’t be this year, how about early spring? April or May would be best, the weather is nice neither hot nor cold. It’d be best to do the engagement and wedding together so that I can claim Alice as my granddaughter sooner..."

Benjamin, who had been worried his mother wouldn’t accept it, "..."

Though it was cruel, Benjamin couldn’t help but burst his mother’s bubble, "Um... Mom, I haven’t talked to Catherine about it yet."

After saying that, feeling somewhat awkward, he added, "Maybe you should head to sleep early?"

But Mrs. Jones was not so easily dissuaded, "Do you mean you haven’t talked to Catherine about getting married, or haven’t told her about your feelings for her?"

Benjamin, "..." He didn’t quite understand why his mother, a distinguished professor, had the habit of digging so deep!

"It’s getting late, I need to rest. Mom, you should go to sleep early too." After saying this, Benjamin strode towards the staircase.

Mrs. Jones suddenly realized, "Son, are you saying you haven’t confessed to Catherine yet? You two aren’t a couple!"

No wonder it hasn’t happened yet. So his plans to marry the lady were all arranged by him alone. Instantly, Mrs. Jones couldn’t hold back and laughed out loud.

Benjamin, "...Mom, go to bed early, I’ll have the driver take you home in the morning."

"Hahaha..."

Mrs. Jones laughed even more. So, she guessed right?