Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 850: Do You Want Me to Help You Remember?

Mrs. Jones couldn’t hold back, she truly didn’t expect her always proud and self-restraint son to have such a day, she couldn’t help pointing at her son’s tall but panic-evoking back, "Benjamin, do you want mom to teach you how to chase girls? I’m quite good at it."

"Thank you, no need." Benjamin’s back turned even more stubborn.

Mrs. Jones laughed even more joyously.

But after laughing, she started to worry about how to explain this to her husband. She came over tonight to deliver her husband’s message, asking their son not to be entangled with Catherine Ford and to quickly acknowledge Alice as his own. She didn’t expect that after a dispute this evening, and seeing her son’s stubborn attitude, she decided to stay and continue persuading her son. But just when she was thirsty and came out, she saw her son rushing out in his pajamas.

Not to mention after Benjamin became an adult, even as a child she had never seen her son lose his composure like this, she was worried about what happened and hurried out, only to see her son enter the villa next door.

She was very clear about who lived in the neighboring villa.

As for what happened, Frances Gray didn’t continue to follow, because no matter what happened, she was certain of one thing—her son felt differently about Catherine.

This difference, she had only seen in Benjamin towards Abigail before, and perhaps because he had lost once, he was much more proactive this time.

As a mother, Frances Gray was actually pleased to see this.

Since Abigail’s sudden death, she had been worried that her son would never engage in a relationship or even get married, but Catherine’s appearance evidently changed her son’s mind.

It’s just because of Alice, her husband had some prejudice against Catherine, feeling the girl was quite cunning.

However, she felt it was not easy for her son to move on from Abigail and start a new romantic life, and as parents, they had been rather abrupt this time.

As for what Catherine is like, her son is not a fool; he will make his own judgment. Even if he is mistaken, it’s his own life to live.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Jones’s previously tense nerves relaxed a lot, as she walked towards the guest room she sighed, "A grown child is beyond a mother’s control."

Just as she went upstairs, the keen-eared Benjamin, "..."

Tonight was truly hard to put into words.

...

The following day.

Catherine Ford’s biological clock was very precise, waking up at 6:30 AM, she turned over and prepared to get up, but a dull pain transmitted through her head. She miserably sat up and rubbed her temples, images from last night began playing in her head, frame by frame like a movie replay, leaving her body stiff and frozen, until Alice woke up and crawled into her arms, cooing for her mother, which somewhat brought her back to senses.

After helping Alice get dressed, Catherine looked down at her own pajamas, slowly leading Alice to wash up.

When she was wiping her face and saw the location of the towel, new images emerged in her mind, continuously flashing, but Catherine still refused to give up. She let Alice play by herself for a while as she checked the villa’s surveillance footage, upon seeing Benjamin entering the villa, and then fast-forwarding to the scene of him carrying her, who was drunk, into the room, she turned completely ashen.

It wasn’t a dream, none of last night was a dream.

There was a moment when Catherine wanted to declare herself socially dead.

But Alice had already put on her hat, standing at the doorway, "Mommy, when are we going to Uncle Jones’s house?"

Catherine then remembered that she was about to see that man immediately, and she felt like dying again. But no matter how tumultuous her inner turmoil was, she couldn’t let her daughter notice, her expression stiffly smiling, "Right away."

Having said that, Catherine Ford slowly changed her clothes and took the ingredients she had prepared the night before, then courageously said to her expectant daughter, "Let’s go."

As Catherine entered Benjamin Jones’s home, she had already thought of a strategy. If a man can forget things after drinking, why can’t she?

So she needs to be calm.

Using a popular phrase on the internet nowadays, as long as I’m not embarrassed, the one feeling embarrassed is someone else.

After preparing herself mentally, Catherine pressed the doorbell and then directly opened the door herself. She thought Benjamin would be working out in the living room as usual. However, the moment she pushed the door open, Benjamin happened to be right there, their eyes met, and all of Catherine’s mental preparations came to nothing. She stood there staring, involuntarily swallowing, at the casual-dressed, distinguished, and handsome man.

Benjamin raised his eyebrows slightly, "Come on in."

Catherine hurriedly led Alice inside and said defensively, "Lawyer Jones, you’re busy, don’t mind me and Alice. Alice, play by yourself later, don’t bother Uncle Jones."

The latter sentence was addressed to Alice.

Alice obediently responded, and then, in a very good mood, she looked up at Benjamin and greeted him good morning.

Benjamin rubbed the little girl’s head, and as every morning, went to the treadmill to run, but this time there was a yoga mat beside him where little Alice practiced her newly learned dance.

Catherine entered the kitchen and sighed deeply. While preparing breakfast, she watched the father and daughter exercising in the living room, feeling conflicled. She was unsure if her drunkenness the night before had exposed anything about Alice but seeing Benjamin acting as usual, he probably... didn’t know, right?

In any case, as long as Alice is not exposed, everything else can be discussed.

Catherine took a deep breath, withdrew her gaze from the man, and lowered her head to focus on making breakfast.

However, Catherine didn’t notice that the man on the treadmill glanced at her the moment she lowered her head.

Mrs. Jones after getting up and freshening up, came out to see her son running on the treadmill, Alice practicing dance movements on the yoga mat, and Catherine busy in the kitchen. She was initially stunned, then her eyes became somewhat moist.

She had always been worried that her son’s personality would lead him to live a solitary life, staying in hotels all year round, distant and cold to everyone, until this year when he suddenly moved to Rose Valley. But even so, every time she visited, the villa was cold and still. She felt unworthy every visit and had specifically arranged a guest room for herself to stay occasionally, frequently having the kitchen stocked. But none of these could change her son’s lifestyle.

The scene before her was both unexpected and touching. It was the first time she truly felt the presence of life in her son’s villa and felt it was like a home. Her son was no longer the iceberg of the Antarctic. Although still running, she noticed that he occasionally glanced at Alice beside him or looked towards the kitchen.

Mrs. Jones couldn’t help but take out her phone to record the scene and then sent it to her husband.

Then she walked up to Alice, "Grandma also learned dancing before, shall I teach you, Alice?"

Alice saw Mrs. Jones and happily called out "Grandma." Hearing her suggestion, the little girl nodded excitedly, "Yes, yes, thank you Grandma Jones."

Mrs. Jones smiled, standing by to correct some of Alice’s inaccurate movements. Benjamin glanced at them and continued his run, then went upstairs to take a shower.

When he came down, breakfast was already on the table, and Catherine was preparing lunch for three.

"Come and eat, prepare the rest after eating." Benjamin walked up to the kitchen, having felt this morning that this woman was avoiding him.

Catherine quickly shook her head, "I had a bit of alcohol last night, I don’t have an appetite, you guys eat."

"Is it really no appetite or are you afraid of seeing me?" Benjamin leaned forward after hearing Catherine’s words, asking in a low voice audible only to them.

Boom!

Catherine Ford only felt like she had been struck by thunder, her mind in a fog as she stared at the man. She tried to calm herself down before asking innocently, "I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

"Really?" Benjamin Jones shrugged, seemingly not surprised, "It’s okay if you forgot, shall I jog your memory?"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Catherine Ford’s lips.

Catherine Ford, incredulous, widened her eyes and then took a step back, "I... I’m going to have breakfast."

After speaking, Catherine Ford wiped her trembling hands on her apron and quickly ran to the dining table.

Behind her, Benjamin Jones watched the woman fleeing in dismay, eyebrows lifting slightly, shoulders shrugging with amusement.

Mrs. Jones caught all of this from the corner of her eye and quietly tsukkomi-ed her son in her heart, "Pretentious."

Breakfast was a awkward affair for Catherine Ford, and after it was over, Mrs. Jones volunteered to take Alice, leaving the space to Benjamin and Catherine.

In the car.

Catherine Ford, clutching her insulated food container, sat immobile by the window, while Benjamin occasionally glanced over, finding the woman’s demeanor both pitiful and amusing, and couldn’t help but tease, "I won’t steal your lunch box; you don’t have to hold it so tight."

"Ah? Oh." Upon hearing him, Catherine Ford realized she had been clinging to her food container ever since she got in the car. She let out a startled gasp and obediently placed the insulated lunch box between them.

Benjamin, "..."

"Reed."

"Yes, Miss Ford, rest assured, Miss May Coffey is fine and does not plan to sue you," Reed immediately reported the situation from yesterday with clarity.

Catherine Ford finally found her voice, "What about the medical bills?"

She knew about May Coffey and Anna Ford’s character; they wouldn’t let her off so easily.

"Oh, a total of six hundred and twenty-eight," Reed answered, specifying the amount.

Catherine Ford surprised, "I’ll add you on Facebook and transfer it to you. But... are you sure they didn’t give you a hard time?"

"No," Reed answered truthfully.

Catherine Ford glanced at Reed, feeling that he didn’t seem like a person who would lie, and finally relaxed. It was good that no one had died, but even six hundred and twenty-eight was a significant expense for her current situation. She transferred the money to Reed with a feeling of unworthiness and began to consider finding a job in earnest.

She must find a job immediately after the new year; otherwise, any slight accident could trap her. Perhaps because she was thinking too seriously, Catherine Ford momentarily forgot to be nervous and lowered her head to start looking at job listings. As she was browsing, she suddenly felt a shadow overhead. When she hastily looked up, she collided with Benjamin’s nose, which he hadn’t managed to move away in time.

The man groaned in pain, pressing his fingers to his nose, "Catherine Ford, did you do that on purpose?"

Catherine Ford shook her head hastily, "I didn’t, I didn’t. It was clearly you who suddenly moved closer and startled me."

"So, did I also startle you last night? Why do I feel like you are blaming me first?" Benjamin said slowly after hearing her.

Reed, sitting in the front, pricked up his ears, how did this get connected to last night?

"I didn’t, last night I didn’t mean to..." as she mentioned last night, Catherine Ford’s eyes widened, "You... you tricked me?"

The previously planned ostrichism failed, and Catherine Ford stared at him incredulously, never expecting that he would outwit her.

This was followed by immense fear. What exactly had she revealed last night?

"Hmm?" Benjamin deliberately raised an eyebrow.

Catherine Ford’s lips moved, the question nearly escaping, but she swallowed it back, fearing that asking more would reveal even more, her eyes frantically seeking his, her anxiety increasing.

Seeing this, Benjamin felt his heart soften a bit, his tone losing its edge and becoming more assertive, "You like me."

"What?" Catherine Ford thought she had heard wrong, still not recovered from the previous emotional turmoil, she was bewildered once again. freewebnøvel.com

How did it turn in this direction?

Catherine Ford was utterly confused by the current situation, feeling both tense and anxious.

"Didn’t hear clearly?" Although Benjamin didn’t know how to woo a woman, he knew that every conversation required skill, something he was good at. After asking this, he didn’t give Catherine a chance to react but took the initiative, "No need to deny, you spoke very clearly last night, and I heard very clearly."

Caught off guard by this turn of events, Catherine stared blankly at him, striving to remember what exactly had happened between them last night. While she could recall the general situation, she was drunk and many details were unclear. Now hearing Benjamin’s confidently affirmative words, she began to panic—had she actually confessed to Benjamin last night? How could that be possible? How... possible?

The initial certainty in her heart faded as more memories surfaced, turning from confusion to embarrassment. After some recollection, she grew even less certain, especially when she remembered dreaming about being in the kitchen with him the night before—and thinking it was just a dream when she was drunk...

Unable to bear thinking further, Catherine swallowed nervously, "I was drunk, I don’t remember anything."

Perhaps the same excuse could be used twice?

"Oh, that’s not what you were saying just now, so you plan to take advantage without any responsibility?" Benjamin asked seriously.

Catherine felt like she was going insane. What was she supposed to take responsibility for?

After a while, she took a deep breath, "That... Lawyer Jones, you came to my house last night."

So you can’t blame me.