Pampered By My Mr. Lawyer (Benjamin and Madelyn)
Chapter 150 Frustrated When Seeing Another Man Blow-dry Her Hair

Chapter 150 Frustrated When Seeing Another Man Blow-dry Her Hair

Benjamin was taken aback.

"Let's put that aside for now! I haven't made up my mind."

The maid chimed in again, "What about the piano? The one you gave to Ms. Green, called Louis XII? I heard it's very expensive! Mr. Clark, you don't play the piano anyway. Why not let Paisley sell it?" Benjamin was speechless.

"That piano is called Morningdew."

The maid pouted, not understanding any of this.

Benjamin looked at the piano and said softly after a moment, "Let's put that aside for now!"

The maid didn't ask any further.

Heh!

Mr. Clark ultimately couldn't bring himself to throw away Ms. Green's belongings, and it was obvious that he hadn't moved on. From her experience as someone who had been through it, she could tell that before long, Mr. Clark would probably cry and beg for getting back together.

After understanding this, The maid turned around and went to do her work.

But Benjamin, holding a cup of coffee, was lost in his thoughts....

The following week.

Benjamin developed a bad habit. He would always follow Madelyn after work, bumping into her unexpectedly.

Sometimes, it would be a place Madelyn liked to visit.

Other times, it would be music bars and restaurants that Bryson liked to go to.

Benjamin wasn't close with Bryson. Their families had some connections, and they were merely nodding acquaintances.

Bryson and Benjamin came from different circles, so Bryson was unaware of the earlier relationship between Benjamin and Madelyn. However, as he encountered Benjamin frequently, anyone who was not completely nonchalant would inevitably sense something unusual.

Bryson asked Madelyn once.

Madelyn was slightly stunned because she thought Bryson already knew it.

But after coming to her senses, she admitted it. She said that she did have a relationship with Benjamin...

After saying that, she looked at Bryson.

If Bryson couldn't accept it, she wouldn't force it, as some men did care deeply about such matters.

At that moment, Bryson didn't say anything.

However, when he was driving her home, he expressed his feelings, "Madelyn, if Benjamin comes back to you, would you accept him again?"

A man understood another man the best.

It was widely known that Benjamin wasn't interested in marriage.

Bryson thought their breakup was probably due to this reason.

But recently, Benjamin had been hanging around Madelyn. Bryson thought that a proud man like Benjamin was usually unable to set aside his pride and desired for the woman to return to his side on her own initiative.

He wanted to know if Madelyn would come back to him...

After Bryson asked, he stared at Madelyn with an intense gaze.

Madelyn leaned back.

She turned her head to look at Bryson. She had been getting along well with him these past few days. Although their relationship wasn't so passionate, it was sweet. Aside from the kiss on her forehead on Christmas Eve, he hadn't crossed any boundaries.

She knew that Bryson cherished her.

And she also cherished this relationship and wanted to make it work!

After a long silence, Madelyn spoke softly.

"Bryson, I'm serious about our relationship."

Bryson, who had been on edge, felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. No one could tell how nervous he had been just moments ago. He knew he was outstanding, with a good background and appearance, but he also knew that compared to Benjamin, he seemed a bit dull.

Benjamin's status and charisma were undeniable.

Magazines even called Benjamin a "walking hormone"!

Bryson's self-confidence wavered a bit!

But Madelyn's words comforted him.

He leaned in and kissed Madelyn's cheek, his voice slightly hoarse, "It's only nine o'clock. Can you invite me upstairs?"

A child had gotten chocolate on her hair at the restaurant earlier.

Madelyn apologized with a smile, "I have to wash my hair. I may not be able to make you coffee."

Bryson looked at her.

"I'm not coming up for coffee. Can I help you blow-dry your hair?"

Madelyn had no reason to refuse.

She had been on several dates with Bryson and was seriously involved with him. If she didn't allow him into her flat, it would be impolite.

She smiled faintly. "Then I'll brew the coffee before washing my hair."

Bryson also smiled lightly.

In fact, Madelyn hadn't noticed that during their dates, she had always been too reserved...

...

Madelyn invited Bryson to her small flat.

It was on the fourth floor, not very large, about fifty square meters.

But the decoration and layout were nice and quite cozy...

Madelyn brewed a cup of coffee for Bryson and went to the bathroom to wash her hair. When she came out, she saw Bryson standing by the window, holding the cup of coffee, but she didn't know what he was looking at.

Madelyn towel-dried her hair. "What are you looking at?"

Bryson's gaze fell on the gold-colored Bentley parked downstairs. When he heard Madelyn approach, he raised the coffee cup in his hand. "The coffee is good."

"It's Yunnan coffee beans."

Bryson smirked, "Come here! I'll blow-dry your hair for you."

Madelyn didn't hesitate.

She handed him the hairdryer and turned her back to him, so she didn't see Benjamin downstairs...

Bryson was gentle in his movements.

And very respectful.

After drying her hair, he softly embraced Madelyn from behind. "I want to stay overnight."

Madelyn's body stiffened slightly.

She gently broke free and whispered, "Bryson, I don't want to move so fast."

Bryson smiled bitterly.

He appreciated Madelyn's rationality, but when a girl was too rational in a relationship, it only meant that she was not emotionally invested enough or crazy about the man.

She had no desire for him, not even a hint of sexual desire.

Bryson sat for a while and then left.

As he went downstairs, he saw Benjamin's Bentley was still there. The window was rolled down, and Benjamin rested his elbow on it, smoking.

Just by his posture and profile, Bryson couldn't help but admire him.

Bryson politely nodded at him.

Benjamin turned to the side, silently watching him...

The two men understood each other without a word.

After a while, Benjamin chuckled and nodded as well.

Before Bryson could get in the car, Benjamin put the cigarette between his lips, stepped on the gas pedal, and left first.

Bryson watched the taillights, feeling indescribably complicated.

...

Benjamin drove back to his flat.

He took off his coat and casually threw it on the sofa before sitting in front of the piano.

His slender fingers landed on the black and white keys, and he closed his eyes and played "Moonlight Sonata," the piece Madelyn played most frequently when she was there. Benjamin could play the piano, though not proficiently.

He had never mentioned it to Madelyn because he didn't think it was necessary.

His plan had always been to have a relationship with her, maybe for a year or two, and then part ways gracefully, providing her with generous compensation.

But they ended in less than two months.

Madelyn didn't ask for his compensation. She only wanted to leave him and start a new life.

She seemed happy and content with Bryson.

It had been ten days...

Madelyn and Bryson had been dating for ten days. Bryson had already become an integral part of her life. Would it be long before they slept together, before... they made love?

The piano keys made a dull sound!

Benjamin quietly looked at the Morningdew.

He remembered the past.

He recalled the first time he and Madelyn made love. He gave her the Morningdew, and she rearranged this flat, filled with joy like a newlywed wife.

Little did she know, it was just a way for a man of status to keep a girl.

Pamper her and please her.

And in return, receive the utmost sensory and physical pleasure.

After all, it would feel much more awesome when there were emotions involved in the sex. For example, when she was beneath him and looking at him with her eyes full of admiration, Benjamin was extremely

turned on...

Would she look at Bryson the same way in the future?

No, absolutely not!

He wouldn't allow it!

Ten days was Benjamin's limit of patience...