Pampered By My Mr. Lawyer (Benjamin and Madelyn)
Chapter 303 Do You Have Other Men

Chapter 303 Do You Have Other Men

Kenneth pushed open the bedroom door.

Eloise had tidied up the bedroom and even changed the bedsheets.

The sheets were dirty, and she didn't have the face to ask the maid to wash them, so she washed them herself in the bathroom.

Kenneth entered and quietly watched her for a while.

She wasn't really good at housework. After scrubbing for a long time, not only did she fail to clean them properly, but she also got herself wet.

"Let me do it," he whispered.

Eloise's ears burned, and she didn't dare to look at him because seeing him reminded her of everything that happened last night.

Kenneth held her shoulder and led her aside.

Eloise didn't argue with him and quietly washed her hands.

Although Kenneth had his status, he had rented a house outside during his college years and was capable of doing all the household chores.

He swiftly washed the bedsheets.

However, no matter how hard he tried, they couldn't be restored to their original state after what happened last night. It took him quite some time to finally clean them. In the end, the pale pink bedsheets were hung on the balcony to dry.

After finishing, Kenneth didn't leave.

He leaned against the balcony, lowered his head, lit a cigarette, and his slender eyes stared at the delicate color, which in his eyes was as delicate as Eloise. Last night was an accident.

After chatting with Alexander, he originally planned to return to his room and sleep.

Unexpectedly, Emerson, who rarely showed him affection, was sleeping on his bed, exhaling warm breaths.

This was his and Eloise's child!

Kenneth sat silently by the edge of the bed, watching Emerson in sleep and feeling that this child was incredibly lovely.

Downstairs, the sound of high heels could be heard.

He shouldn't have gone out because, at this time, Eloise could only be one person in the house.

But he couldn't suppress himself after not seeing her for a long time.

She was slightly tipsy.

When she saw him, her watery eyes and the corners of her mouth had a touch of feminine charm but also a hint of innocence that Kenneth couldn't resist.

He reached out and supported her, his gaze deep, "Why are you drinking?"

She was drunk, not avoiding him as usual.

She just stared straight at him.

Kenneth was a normal man. He had been too busy, and it had been long since he had been with a woman. Especially considering their relationship, he felt a stir of emotions. However, he still had his sanity and led her into her bedroom.

She lay back on the soft bed.

Kenneth poured her a glass of water and walked over to place it by the bedside, saying, "Drink some water and take off your clothes to sleep!" Eloise's gaze was clear, still fixed.

After a moment, she turned her face and buried it in the covers, not making a sound.

But he knew she was crying!

Kenneth gently patted her shoulder, his tone a mixture of tenderness and affection, "You went on a date, didn't you? How come you were bullied?"

She remained silent, only her thin shoulders trembling more intensely.

Kenneth applied a bit of force and gently turned her towards him.

Indeed, she was crying.

In fact, she wasn't that young anymore, but because she was so much younger than him and had the temperament of a child, she still looked like the young girl from back then. Kenneth knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help but lower his head.

Her lips were soft, moist and slightly parted as if waiting for him to kiss. The hot lips pressed tightly together. Their bodies intertwined. They constantly exchanged their body heat. After a long time, they both couldn't bear it anymore.

Underneath the bed, the clothes of the man and the woman were piled up.

Tears slowly rolled down Eloise's eyes. She felt somewhat sober but not wholly awake. She lightly traced his handsome features with delicate fingers, and her voice sounded hoarse, "Kenneth, no one else can bully me!"

From beginning to end, it was only him who bullied her!

She cried like a little girl, longing for his closeness after getting drunk, but she always had a sense of grievance.

Kenneth's slender and jade-like fingers caressed her beautiful face.

He softly coaxed, "Don't cry, Eloise!"

He still had some hesitation. After all, it would not be easy to give her up once he took her.

But she called him Kenneth.

She rarely called him that. She called him Uncle Ryan in the past, which made him feel excited and stimulated.

But when she called him Kenneth, he felt like the woman pressing beneath him was a mature woman with whom he could have children.

Kenneth gently took her.

She cried intensely, not because it hurt, but because she was sad.

In the deep darkness of the night, he comforted her while slowly losing himself.

Perhaps later, she couldn't resist calling him "Uncle Ryan", and he couldn't control himself. Two bodies that hadn't experienced passion in a long time ignited at a touch, and it was unstoppable!

When dawn broke, Eloise opened her eyes.

She saw the handsome person she longed for and resisted lying in her bedroom.

They had slept together all night.

She was slightly confused, but he was awake, his hand resting on her waist. "Awake?" he asked.

Next, he was kicked out of her room.

He was even disheveled, his belt not even fastened.

Kenneth smoked his cigarette slowly as he heard footsteps behind him.

Eloise's voice was light. "You're still not leaving?"

Kenneth turned around.

He wore iron-grey trousers and a simple white shirt, the kind of attire that men of his age liked. But it was rare to replace someone with Kenneth's physique and temperament. Kenneth's tone was gentle. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

Her face turned a bit red.

But she pretended not to care. "It was fine."

It was fine...

Kenneth chewed these words repeatedly, his black eyes narrowing. He asked a question he should have asked in bed last night, straight to the point, "You've been on a lot of blind dates this year. Have you slept with other men?"

He asked bluntly.

In truth, it hadn't happened, but she didn't want to admit it to him. It seemed like telling the truth would make it seem like she was still waiting for him, so she chose to remain silent.

Kenneth took a harsh drag of his cigarette, his narrow eyes staring intently at her.

Feeling suffocated, she wanted to run.

Kenneth pulled her into his embrace with one hand, and with his other hand, he finished and discarded the cigarette. Lowering his head, he leaned close to her ear and asked softly, "Are they better than me?" Eloise felt both embarrassed and angry.

But Kenneth felt even worse than her. His grip on her waist tightened.

One hand had already sneaked under her clothes.

"Kenneth!"

"What are you doing? We can be seen on the balcony!"

...

Kenneth slowly tormented her, even though sweat beads formed on his forehead. But he persisted in tormenting her, wanting her to tell the truth.

"Tell me, do you have other men?"

Eloise cried out, her voice trembling, "No! I don't!"

After saying it, she felt unbearable, tears welling up in her eyes.

Kenneth gently kissed away her tears, turned around, and lightly pressed her, giving her a moment of comfort.

Afterwards, she turned her face away. "Are you satisfied now?"

Kenneth didn't dare linger in tenderness. He had too many things to do but couldn't bear to let her go. Unable to resist, he whispered something vulgar in her ear, "Last night I felt really good!"

She pushed him away abruptly and hurriedly left.

Kenneth's black eyes narrowed slightly.

She always went on blind dates, sometimes accompanying people for meals and movies. He was jealous, but he couldn't stop her.

He wasn't sure if she would fall for someone one day.

After all, she had a childish nature.

He let her be free, but it came with great risk. If she really fell for someone and spent the night with that man, Kenneth thought he would never be able to let go in this lifetime.

It wasn't her fault. It was his self-hatred!

But she didn't...

When she said she didn't, he believed her.

Kenneth lit another cigarette, feeling indescribably satisfied as the smoke filled his lungs. This psychological satisfaction even made him tremble more than the physical pleasure from last night.

They had a relationship, so it was inevitable that things would be different when they met again.

The Clark family could see it, but they kept it to themselves.

In the afternoon, Benjamin finished discussing matters with Kenneth.

He found Madelyn on the second floor, in the bedroom she used to live in. Although her things were gone, the furniture remained.

Madelyn was sleeping on the couch, with traces of tears at the corners of her eyes.

The diary slipped from her hand.

Benjamin picked it up.

He picked up a nearby blanket and gently covered her. With his slender fingers, he wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. They were icy cold, and he couldn't help but whisper, "I'm right here. Why

do you have to reminisce about someone elusive?"

It had been a long time since he held her.

He missed her warmth, so he lay beside her, gently embracing her.

Madelyn remained asleep.

She hadn't slept well for a long time.

When she opened her eyes, the darkness had already fallen.

Sitting up, she saw the blanket on her body and Benjamin standing quietly by the door, watching her.

Did he cover her with the blanket?

Madelyn used her fingers to comb through her long hair and said hoarsely, "Thank you!" She didn't want to be alone with him, so she thought of getting up and going downstairs.

"Uncle has already returned Vadiff," Benjamin said in a flat tone.

By now, it was getting late.

Francis was being taken care of by someone, and Everest was happily playing with Emerson.

And here she was, inside his house. At this moment, Benjamin felt they were not yet divorced.

She was still his wife.

Madelyn didn't want to give him the wrong feeling. She treated him quite coldly, except for matters concerning their two children. She didn't respond to any other emotional issues from him!

Alexander invited her for dinner.

Madelyn couldn't refuse, but after finishing the meal, she took her leave.

Alexander glared at his son. "Ben, you should see them off!"

Benjamin immediately got up and grabbed the car keys.

When Madelyn held Francis, he took Francis from her, saying softly, "You hold Everest! This little guy is quite heavy!"

Madelyn didn't refuse.

Benjamin took Francis from her arms.

He brushed against her soft body, intentionally or unintentionally, and he couldn't help but look at her. Madelyn didn't respond and carefully placed their son in his embrace.

After they got into the car, Benjamin handed Francis over to Madelyn.

He watched the rearview mirror and spoke in a low voice, "Buckle up!"

It was difficult for Madelyn to buckle up when holding the child, so he leaned over to help. The atmosphere may have been good. Everest raised her tiny head and said happily, "Next week, our kindergarten has

an open day, and all the parents have to attend!"

Although she was young, she knew about divorce.

But she also felt that Daddy seemed to still like Mommy, and Mommy also spoke softly to Daddy.

Their divorce didn't have too much impact on Everest.

After Everest finished speaking, Benjamin smiled lightly, "I'll go with Mommy!"

After he finished speaking, he wasn't so confident, and he glanced at Madelyn.

Madelyn looked down and didn't object.

Benjamin somewhat felt that their reconciliation was very hopeful. Madelyn was just throwing a tantrum, and he had nothing to do with Charlotte or any other rumours.

She had calmed down after all!

Later, they participated in the kindergarten event together and won first place.

Everest held her father's left hand and her mother's right hand, extremely happy!

When they were going back, Everest wasn't there, and Alexander had taken her away.

Benjamin stood by the car and couldn't help but say, "Shall we eat out?"

He wanted to propose getting back together.

Madelyn said flatly, "The Jones family has a private banquet tonight, and I've already agreed. Also... Benjamin, please don't waste your time on me. You should have your own private life."

Benjamin's gaze became deep, "You are my private life!"

Madelyn didn't want to argue with him, so she got into the black sedan, and Henry quickly drove away.

Benjamin took out a box from his pocket.

Inside was a diamond ring.

He had it specially customized, bigger and more dazzling than the one on Madelyn's finger. He wasn't going to give up just because of her refusal. After the banquet, he would go pick her up.

Late at night, a woman's heart would always soften.