Pampered By My Mr. Lawyer novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141 Sleep in the Master Bedroom

Madelyn was uneasy.

She said in a low voice, "I'll go make you spaghetti."

Benjamin looked at her quietly. After a while, he said hoarsely, "Madelyn, I'm sorry."

Madelyn fled from him.

Benjamin looked away and lowered his head, lighting a cigarette.

After twenty minutes, a delicious smell came from the kitchen. Madelyn was a good cook.

Benjamin stubbed out the cigarette and went to the dining room.

Madelyn put a plate of spaghetti in front of him.

She turned to leave, but Benjamin sat down and pressed her hand. "Stay with me."

Madelyn shook her head and said solemnly, "Benjamin, I wouldn't have come here if you had not been injured."

She was calm. Perhaps she had cried her eyes out in the middle of the night many times, so she was numb to the pain when facing him.

Benjamin's eyes darkened.

He didn't force her to stay. When she was not around, he didn't have a good appetite. He finished the spaghetti in a hurry.

Madelyn took a blanket out of the guest room.

She pointed to the sofa and said, "I'll sleep here tonight."

Benjamin said with brooding eyes, "Sleep in the master bedroom. You slept there before. I won't do anything to you."

Madelyn was not that naÏve.

Benjamin had a great desire for sex. If they lay in bed together, he would be easily turned on. Besides, they had broken up, so she shouldn't get entangled with him again.

Madelyn refused calmly, "I'd better not do that."

She had drunk a lot of wine, but she tried to stay sober, so she was exhausted. She wrapped herself in the blanket and lay on the sofa, falling asleep soon.

Benjamin looked at her sleeping face and swallowed hard.

He went to the bedroom and took a quilt, tossing it at Madelyn. She didn't wake up, but she curled up under the quilt instinctively. She looked fragile under the quilt.

Recalling that she had drunk a lot of wine, Benjamin felt a pang in his heart.

Did it upset her so much to stay with him?

She'd rather drink with the men for the slim chance of getting their investments.

Benjamin entered the study and dialed a number.

Penelope picked up the phone.

She said in a polite but distant voice, "Mr. Clark, it's late at night. What's up?"

Benjamin held his mobile phone and said in an aloof voice.

"Ms. Waylon, do you need students?"

"Yes, of course."

...

Penelope said inwardly, "We need rich silly students."

Benjamin said lightly, "I'll recommend your studio to a student. Please ask Ms. Green to teach her."

Penelope was startled.

She asked purposely, "Is it your child?"

Benjamin smiled and said casually, "Ms. Waylon, did you ever see Madelyn get pregnant? It's only a relative."

Penelope cursed inwardly, "What a shameless man!"

He looked like a decent man in newspapers and magazines. No one knew he was darkly sensual.

No matter what, it was always good to have more income. Penelope inquired about Madelyn.

Benjamin's words were meaningful.

"Madelyn is exhausted. She's sleeping now."

...

In the morning.

When Madelyn woke up, Benjamin had gotten out of bed.

His wound didn't look serious. He sat in the dining room, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper.

He was wearing a dark grey shirt with a dark tie.

He was handsome as usual.

Madelyn was dazed.

Benjamin glanced at her and reminded her softly, "You lost a button."

Madelyn looked down.

The third button on her beige shirt was gone.