Pampered By My Mr. Lawyer (Benjamin and Madelyn)

Chapter 109 Benjamin, I Won't Badger You

Chapter 109 Benjamin, I Won't Badger You

Madelyn hadn't seen Benjamin for a few days.

At this moment, she was being held in his arms, and her heart could not help but melt.

She reached out and gently touched his forehead, and found he was still burning up.

Madelyn gently bit her lip.

How did he take care of himself these days?

Madelyn stroked his handsome face and mouthed, "I'll go get the thermometer."

Benjamin held her hand tightly to keep her from leaving. He quickly ended the call, pinned Madelyn

down on the couch, and kissed her...

Madelyn turned her face away.

Her voice trembled. "Don't do this... You are burning up."

Benjamin pressed his face against her neck. He got so close to her that he could see the vellus hair on

her neck, and it was cute.

He said in a feeble voice, "What does it matter? I will probably get better faster."

Madelyn did not want to let him kiss her.

She turned to look at him, ran her long, pale fingers over his wonderful strong features, and said softly,

"You're sick. Just listen to me, okay?"

Benjamin looked at her with downcast eyes.

After a long time, he sat up. "Make some soup for me. I have to go to the office later."

Madelyn nodded.

She went to the kitchen and made soup with the pressure cooker. She put artichokes in it. Then she

brought the medical kit over and took Benjamin's temperature.

He was still running a low-grade fever. It was 102 degrees.

Madelyn poured a glass of water and fetched him a fever-reducing pill.

Benjamin, who usually didn't take medicine, looked at Madelyn with dark eyes. "Feed me!"

He was sick, and Madelyn did as he told and put the medicine to his lips.

Benjamin gently licked the pill into his mouth with the tip of his tongue as he was staring at Madelyn.

Her fingers felt wet.

Madelyn blushed.

She coaxed him to drink another half cup of warm water. When he felt better, she went to the kitchen to

cook the artichoke soup. When she brought the soup to the dining room, she saw Benjamin sitting on

the couch and smoking.

He was still sick and coughed after just a few puffs of a cigarette.

Madelyn went over, took the cigarette from his hand, and gently put it out.

Benjamin didn't get mad at her, but leaned back on the couch and lifted his chin, gesturing for Madelyn

to feed him the soup.

Madelyn still humored him.

She wondered what kind of person would be able to be his wife who could put up with his fussy nature.

But no matter what, she could not say no to Benjamin now.

When Madelyn fed him the soup, he started to get a bit handsy with her.

Madelyn just put up with it until she finished feeding him a bowl of soup. Before she could put the bowl

away, he pulled her into his lap.

"Benjamin ... You're sick."

Madelyn tried to push him away.

Benjamin was kissing her, holding her chin with one hand, and touching her private parts with the

other...

He whispered to her ear in a husky voice, "Don't move. Just feel it!"

...

Half an hour later, Madelyn changed her clothes in the dressing room.

She felt her heart melt as she thought about what had just happened.

For the first time, Benjamin considered her feelings and made her feel sexually comfortable and

amazing, instead of only focusing on his own physical pleasure.

"Madelyn, did you get changed?"

Benjamin's hoarse voice rang out from outside, and Madelyn didn't dare to think about it further, and

hurriedly got herself fixed up.

Inside the elevator.

She couldn't help but whisper, "You need to rest! Can't you put your work off until tomorrow?"

Benjamin looked at her. "I have a meeting to run."

Madelyn didn't try to persuade him. If she tried it anymore, she would overstep the bounds, which

would annoy him and also upset herself.

When they got to the ground floor parking lot, Madelyn unlocked a white BMW.

Benjamin narrowed his eyes.

Apparently, Madelyn just bought this new car. But the bill of the card that he gave her showed no big

spending. It meant Madelyn bought the car with her own money.

Benjamin got into the passenger seat.

He gently loosened his tie and asked inadvertently, "Why didn't you pay with my card?"

Madelyn did not want to have a row with him and said vaguely, "My dad is fine, and my family is doing

good financially. Camila gave me some money, and I bought the car..."

Benjamin gently put his hand on the steering wheel to stop her from starting the car.

"And what else?"

Madelyn did not intend to hide it from him, so she simply told him, "I'm going to start a music studio with

my old colleagues, and I've done all the preparatory work."

After saying that, she quietly looked at him.

Although she was an independent individual and did not need his permission to do anything, it would

be better if they had fewer disagreements.

Benjamin withdrew his hand.

He leaned back in his seat and asked softly, "You're not going to study at Monatiz?"

Madelyn didn't expect him to ask this.

She couldn't help but overthink it, and after a moment of deliberation, she said softly, "Don't worry, Mr.

Clark. If that day comes, I won't badger you, much less destroy anything. Whether I go to Monatiz or

not, our relationship will be over."

When Madelyn made this promise, her eyes turned red.

Benjamin looked at her quietly.

This was not a pleasant conversation, and they knew well how they would end up.

Benjamin hadn't seen her for a few days. They were just having a fling in the apartment, and she had

taken such good care of him. He would have been a jerk if he bullied her again.

He just smiled gently. "What's going on in there? You even called me Mr. Clark... From my perspective,

I think it's good for girls to make their own careers."

Madelyn was relieved.

Benjamin was really good at lightening the mood. Not only did he have no objection but also gave

Madelyn some professional advice.

Madelyn was delighted.

She finally felt chilled and talked to him about the music studio as she was driving. She mentioned the

difficulty of finding a venue. "But I'm sure I'll find someplace! Penelope is quite well-connected."

She shared her joy with him.

Benjamin was patient. The tension was reconciled before he went on a business trip. When he was

getting out of the car, Madelyn volunteered. "Shall I pick you up tonight?"

Benjamin laughed and said slowly, "What guy wants to be picked up by a woman from work every day?

I will feel ashamed if this gets out."

Madelyn didn't insist and told him to take his temperature.

"If you're still not feeling well, I'll go with you to the hospital tomorrow."

Benjamin smiled and opened the car door to get out.

He entered the office, and the first thing he did was not to have a meeting but to call Paisley in.

"I need you to check Ms. Green's credit card purchases."

Paisley was confused.

Then she guessed that Mr. Clark must have had a problem with Ms. Green. Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

She immediately started to do it, and within ten minutes, she put the materials in front of Benjamin and

said, "This is the purchase history of Mr. Clark's supplementary card."

Benjamin asked Paisley to leave.

He quietly looked at the statement and then leaned back in his chair.

He thought to himself, "She didn't spend my money at all. She even bought the car with her own

money. And she starts her own business."

Benjamin thought it was a decision made by a woman of a good upbringing. He never doubted

Madelyn's character and knew that she was unimpressed by money and was easily satisfied.

But he was willing to support Madelyn. He would compensate her even if they split someday. But it was

not now.

What she was doing now was not what Benjamin wanted!

He wanted a relationship that was more pure.

But Benjamin knew about Madelyn's temperament. If he didn't respect her feelings, she would no

longer be gentle with him, or no longer look at him with affection and take care of him!

Weighing all the pros and cons, Benjamin relented.

He leaned over and pressed the phone button. "Paisley, can you come in here for a sec?"

Paisley thought he was getting ready for a meeting, but when he entered, he saw Mr. Clark sipping his

coffee and asking indifferently, "Is there a storefront in my name that is about 2,000 square feet and

well-located?"