Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 853: Benjamin Jones, We Are Different

When they arrived at the daycare, Alice was already dressed and happily ran over to them. Benjamin picked up Alice and asked, "Did you have fun here today?"

"Yes, grandma played with me for a long time, and I learned new dance moves." Alice chattered happily in Benjamin’s arms.

Catherine stood aside watching, her face expressionless, but inside, she was very anxious. As soon as Alice finished speaking, Catherine quickly stepped forward, "Alice, don’t always trouble Uncle, let Mom hold you." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"She’s heavy, I’ll hold her." Benjamin glanced at Catherine and then asked Alice, "Mommy is too tired, shall we let Mommy rest for a bit?"

"Okay." Alice agreed happily, then tilted her head to look at Catherine, "Mommy, make sure to keep up with me and Uncle!"

"Hmm." Catherine murmured in response, but inside she couldn’t help but let her thoughts run wild, feeling distracted all the way back to Benjamin’s villa.

After having dinner, Catherine took Alice back to her place, put her daughter to sleep, and then found time to think about the day’s events and Benjamin’s intentions.

So was he planning to marry her for the sake of Alice?

The sudden kiss in the morning and when Benjamin mentioned marriage, Catherine was not unmoved, but all the experiences over the years taught her not to be too naive.

Being too naive only leads to tragic outcomes, or even worse.

Catherine forcefully suppressed the surging feelings in her heart and the attraction she felt because of Benjamin’s temptations, and after sitting idly in her room for an hour, she began to pack her things.

She admitted that she was moved and yearned for the marriage Benjamin promised, but having experienced a total failure with Foster, Catherine didn’t dare to gamble.

Because she knew that losing to Foster meant losing a marriage, but losing to Benjamin meant losing Alice.

She couldn’t afford to lose Alice.

Although they had been staying here for quite some time, the items that truly belonged to her and her daughter weren’t much. Catherine packed quickly; in less than an hour, she had packed everything and stuffed it into the suitcase.

But when she looked at the now empty living room, her heart felt empty as well. She hadn’t lived here long, but it was the most peaceful and joyful time she had experienced since giving birth to Alice. She had greedily thought that they could stay for a long time, at least until the house owner returned, providing her and Alice a stable life.

But things did not go as she wished.

Looking at the place where she lived for the shortest time but invested the most emotionally, Catherine’s eyes inexplicably reddened, and her nose tingled; it took her a while before she headed towards the bedroom.

Alice was sleeping soundly, her little face half-buried in the blanket, unaware of what dreams she was having, her lips slightly curled up. Catherine’s heart ached again.

Standing by her daughter’s bed, she kept asking herself, do we really have to go?

After a long while, Catherine nodded firmly, "We must leave."

Having made up her mind, she opened her phone to call a cab, then wrapped Alice in a thick blanket, put a hat on her, and started waiting for the car.

Time ticked by. Catherine occasionally checked the driver’s location on her mobile phone. A few minutes later, after receiving a call from the security room, she provided her apartment number to let the security guard let the driver in, then got up to fetch her suitcase. Just as she reached the door, the doorbell rang. Catherine hurriedly went to open it, glanced at the driver, recognized that he matched the picture on the platform, and urged anxiously, "Could you please help me with the suitcase?"

Having said that, she was about to go back and pick up Alice, but she noticed the booked driver didn’t move. Puzzled, she looked back, only to see not the driver, but a familiar tall man standing at the door, and the actual driver already standing behind him, smiling apologetically at her, "Sorry ma’am, this gentleman said you are his wife, and arguing with your spouse and running away from home at this hour of night isn’t good, it’s cold and unsafe..."

As the driver spoke, he felt the awkwardness in the air, gradually trailing off, only managing to give Catherine a sheepish smile.

Catherine Ford glanced at the driver, then at Benjamin Jones, and simply decided to pick up her suitcase herself. Now that she had been discovered, she wanted to leave even more.

But just as she lifted her suitcase, Benjamin Jones grabbed her hand, "Catherine Ford, do you know what time it is now?"

Catherine Ford didn’t answer, only struggling to shake off the man’s hand, but he gripped it even tighter. Annoyed, she looked towards the ride-share driver, "He’s not my husband, please help me."

"Well I..." The driver hadn’t finished speaking when Benjamin finally let go of Catherine, taking out a stack of cash from his wallet and handing it to the driver, "Thank you for your trouble."

"No, no, you two sweethearts have a chat." Saying this, the driver took the cash and turned to leave, but then he seemed to remember something, "Young man, a wife is meant to be cherished. Remember, the arguments between husband and wife come and go quickly, you should be gentle to your wife."

After finishing, he quickly left, leaving the echo of "Be gentle to your wife" lingering in the air.

The man and woman who had been facing off at the entrance blushed at the driver’s words, making the atmosphere a bit awkward.

It took a while before Catherine Ford spoke up, "Can you leave, please?"

She knew she definitely couldn’t leave tonight, and Catherine’s mood was terrible, especially knowing that it would be even harder to leave in the future.

"No," Benjamin reacted and took a big step forward, directly closing the villa’s door.

Catherine Ford, caught off guard by the man’s action, "...you...what are you going to do?"

"I want to know what you’re going to do?" Saying this, Benjamin glanced at the entire living room. All the belongings of Catherine and her daughter were packed up. Clearly, the woman was planning to escape under cover of darkness. Annoyed by this thought, he remembered four years ago she did the same, always escaping when facing problems. Did she really think running away would solve everything?

If that were the case, she wouldn’t have had such a miserable past four years.

Catherine Ford, intimidated by the man’s angry aura, felt with a guilty conscience, "Well...can’t you see?"

Lying clearly wasn’t working, Catherine Ford simply hardened her heart, ready to face the consequences.

Benjamin, "..."

Sigh!

She had grown a backbone!

"Catherine Ford." Benjamin suddenly called out her name, his tone calm yet serious.

Catherine’s heart tightened when she heard this, an inexplicable sense of grievance welling up from within. It took her a while to defiantly raise her head and look at the man, "Say whatever you want to say. But I won’t give Alice to you, she’s the child I carried for ten months, the child I carefully raised. I know the Jones family is no ordinary family, and you have money and power, but I will not hand Alice over to you, she is my life! I can give up everything, but I cannot lose her!"

Although she was trying to be tough, tears began to fall, rolling down her cheeks as she wept. The past few years had been too exhausting for her, and just when she thought things were beginning to look up, it turned out to be even worse.

Benjamin Jones, looking at the seemingly timid yet stubborn woman in front of him, stepped forward and gently wiped the tears falling on her cheeks with the palm of his hand, "Didn’t you listen to anything I said this afternoon?"

"I..."

"With your intelligence, no wonder you can only work in logistics." Catherine, inadvertently insulted once again, was just about to argue that he was only deceiving her, but the man cut her off and concluded the matter.

Catherine’s eyes widened, was this man really insulting her intelligence?

"What are you staring at me for? I’m just telling the truth." After saying this, Benjamin Jones picked up Catherine Ford’s luggage and impolitely began to unpack it, "Put it back where it was."

After finishing speaking, he turned to give it back to Catherine Ford.

Catherine Ford realized what this man was doing; her face turned crimson red. She rushed forward, but it was already too late, as Benjamin had just picked up the coat on top.

"Don’t touch it!" Catherine Ford growled, and Benjamin, looking puzzled, bowed his head only to see the black underwear beneath. His movement stiffened, even though the corner of the coat ended up brushing it past his fingers.

Benjamin was also taken aback, realizing his action was abrupt. His ears became red as he attempted to alleviate the awkward atmosphere with courteous words, "They’re quite large."

After he finished, he realized what he had said. His handsome face turned suspiciously red, "I mean..."

"Shut your mouth!" Catherine Ford felt her body burning up. Angrily she threw down those words and snatched her belongings from Benjamin’s hands. Yet for a moment, she didn’t know where to put them, creating an awkward and ambiguous scene.

Fortunately, at this moment, Alice’s murmuring came from the bedroom, and Catherine Ford, nervous, hurried to check on her, with Benjamin quickly following.

It turned out that Catherine Ford was about to take Alice away but wrapped her too tightly, making the little girl uncomfortable in her sleep, kicking off the blanket.

The mansion’s heating was sufficient, and in just this short time, Alice’s cheeks had turned red from the heat. Seeing this, Catherine Ford stepped forward to remove the blanket from Alice, took off her cap, and then covered her with a thin quilt.

Having done all this, she turned around and found Benjamin Jones leaning quietly against the door, watching her.

Catherine Ford was extremely embarrassed, "It’s getting late, you should go back."

"Go back so you can continue to run away?" Benjamin Jones asked from a superior position.

Catherine Ford felt indignant, "Even if I run, that’s my own business."

"Aren’t you forgetting that you took the job of house-sitting, and there’s also the matter of cooking for a month in exchange for money? Oh right, if I remember correctly, I gave you money for one month’s shopping. Are you planning to abscond with the money?" Benjamin Jones said slowly as he looked at her.

Catherine Ford, who had utterly forgotten these matters, was speechless.

The first two matters were indeed her fault, but what was this about absconding with the money?

"I will give you back the money immediately," Catherine Ford said, fuming. What did this man mean? Did she look like such a shameless person?

"I refuse," Benjamin Jones replied mercilessly.

Choked by his words, Catherine Ford almost coughed, "Then what do you want?"

"To continue the contract."

"Impossible!" No sooner had Benjamin finished speaking than Catherine Ford flatly refused.

"Fine."

"Huh?" Catherine Ford, primed for resistance, was caught off guard by his agreement and looked at him puzzled, only to see the usually stoic man suddenly curve his lips, instantly making her wary.

Sure enough, she then heard Benjamin speak calmly, "Let’s talk about compensation."

Hit the snake where it hurts; based on Benjamin’s understanding of Catherine Ford over this period, debt was probably the best leverage he had on her.

Catherine Ford’s eyes widened in disbelief. Was this the same man who just earlier wanted to keep her, who had spoken of his feelings and proposed marriage, now suddenly talking about compensation? Was this turning hostile so quickly?

She suddenly remembered a joke she saw online about a male lawyer who had a home-wrecker; during their relationship, he spent a lot of money on the woman, but when they broke up, she didn’t get a penny and had to pay millions in compensation.

At that time, netizens commented en masse not to marry a lawyer. At that time, Catherine Ford just thought of it as a joke, but at this moment, she realized it wasn’t.

Turns out there’s truth in jest.

What’s scarier is that no one knows better than her the capabilities of Benjamin Jones, the top lawyer in Swallow City. Right then, her nerves tensed up, "What compensation are you talking about? What do you mean by that!"

"Naturally, it’s for violating the labor contract," Benjamin Jones spoke in his usual tone, as if it was no more than an ordinary matter.

"I..." Catherine Ford tried to argue, but then remembered that if she left, it would indeed be a breach of the work contract. Her face turned pale thinking about it, "I... we didn’t sign a contract!"

"Oh, are you sure you want to argue with a lawyer over whether you signed a contract? Or do you think the compensation for the labor contract will be higher than this house’s rent? If I remember correctly, based on the market price, the rent for Rose Valley is about one hundred thousand a month; you have lived approximately..."

"Stop!" Catherine Ford didn’t let the man finish, trembling as she yelled, "What exactly do you want?"

"Nothing changes," Benjamin Jones knew his approach was somewhat impolite, but he didn’t know any other way to keep this woman.

Catherine Ford didn’t understand, looking at the man.

Benjamin Jones repeated, "Just as usual, nothing changes. You and Alice continue to live here, just like before, cooking for me, our previous agreement remains the same."

"But..." Could it really be?

After a moment’s stunned pause, Catherine Ford felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness, yet ultimately didn’t have the courage to voice it.

But Benjamin Jones understood, "Are we going to stand here talking?"

Catherine Ford then came back to her senses, walked out of the bedroom, carefully closed the door behind her, poured herself a glass of hot water, thought for a second, and poured a cup for the man nearby as well. She then sat on the sofa, lowered her head to take a sip to moisten her dry lips, and finally gathered the courage to look at the man sitting not far from her in his pajamas, still exuding an elegant demeanor, "Benjamin Jones, let’s talk."

Today this man had said too much, but he had only one purpose, to make her stay. She couldn’t help but be moved.

Catherine Ford had heard plenty of high-society gossips, and knew well Benjamin Jones’s methods. If he wanted, he could have simply used the most domineering means to take Alice away from her without wasting words here with her, but he didn’t.

Just this alone made her grateful.

But she truly didn’t know how they would live together afterwards, so there were some things she had to make clear tonight.

Benjamin Jones looked at the red-rimmed eyes of the petite woman, and sighed quietly, "Fine."

Catherine Ford took a deep breath, "Benjamin Jones, you should know we are not the same."

This sentence, like a curse, tormented Catherine Ford until she finally managed to say it out loud to him.