Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 862: Catherine Ford, Don’t You Know How to Breathe?

Chapter 862: Chapter 862: Catherine Ford, Don’t You Know How to Breathe?

Catherine Ford waited for a while and didn’t see Benjamin Jones make any other moves, so she let out a sigh of relief.

But just as she finished sighing, the man’s long arm slid down, pressing the thin blanket against her, making her unable to move for a moment.

Catherine’s large eyes slightly opened, looking at the arm on top of her somewhat helplessly, her body tensed up. She waited for a while, and seeing that the man showed no signs of waking up, she tried to wriggle out from under Benjamin’s arm, but after several attempts, she failed and ended up even closer to him.

After struggling, Catherine felt especially helpless and turned her head to look at the man, only to meet a pair of deep black eyes, and she froze completely, "When... when did you wake up?"

The shock came so suddenly that Catherine’s words were a bit incoherent.

"The first time you tried to crawl out from under the blanket." Benjamin woke up in the middle of the night with a hoarse voice, but there was a faint smile in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Catherine became even more uneasy, "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up."

"Hmm, you did it deliberately." The smile in Benjamin’s eyes grew stronger, and he smirked while watching the confused woman beside him.

After Catherine finished apologizing, she had a nagging feeling that something was off, then she heard the man say this. But that wasn’t the main point, the point was that Benjamin was smiling at her.

The man was already handsome, but now having just woken up, he exuded a casualness not seen in him usually, and that smile had a bewitching charm. Catherine was so mesmerized that she became slightly dazed, her mind even slower to react, and after a while, she shook her head, "I didn’t."

"Oh, if it wasn’t to deliberately disturb me, then what were you doing?" Benjamin asked very seriously.

Upon his words, Catherine immediately thought of her recent actions, which seemed like those of a woman possessed, along with those sudden urges and desires, and she didn’t know how to reply to the man. The bit of boldness she had earlier vanished in an instant, leaving only the awkwardness, "I... just wanted to get out of bed."

Benjamin glanced at himself and then at Catherine beside him, seemingly asking her why she was in his bed?

Catherine finally realized with hindsight that the two of them were in bed, and in an ambiguous posture.

"I... If I say I don’t know how this happened, would you believe me?" Catherine, confused, blurted out what was in her mind.

Benjamin looked at her with a complex gaze.

Catherine was increasingly uncomfortable under Benjamin’s gaze, feeling her whole body heating up as she asked in a trembling voice, "Could you move your arm, please?"

"Mhm." Benjamin glanced at where his arm was resting, humming a response but didn’t move.

Catherine couldn’t understand what the man wanted, her eyes filled with confusion as she heard Benjamin’s soft voice ask, "What actually happened that night?"

He still couldn’t quite remember until now.

Taken aback by Benjamin’s abrupt question, Catherine didn’t understand his meaning at first, until she followed his persistent gaze and slowly realized he was talking about that night four years ago. Her face grew hot with embarrassment and annoyance, realizing he didn’t remember anything at all.

After taking a deep breath, she retorted with some irritation, "What do you think happened?"

"I..." Benjamin felt the awkwardness and coughed lightly, moving his arm away.

Catherine immediately sat up and was about to get out of bed when suddenly an urgent knock sounded from outside. The next moment, without waiting for Benjamin to respond, the door swung open, followed by Alice’s voice.

Almost the moment Alice entered, Catherine plunged headfirst into the man’s quilt, hiding her entire body beneath Benjamin’s.

Benjamin Jones was initially startled by Catherine Ford’s movement, and then he casually covered the woman with the blanket. His long arm stretched out again to look at Alice, who had just woken up and still seemed a bit dazed.

"Uncle, have you seen Mom?" Alice woke up and didn’t see her mother. She had looked for her downstairs and hadn’t found her, so she came to Benjamin Jones’s room. Her little face, still sleepy and cute, had a soft voice.

Benjamin Jones glanced at the slight bump under the blanket on his body and replied evenly, "No, your mom might have gone next door to get something. Be a good girl and go back to sleep; your mom will come back to make you breakfast in a bit."

Alice tilted her little head upon hearing this, "Then can I wait for Mom in Uncle’s room?"

Before Benjamin Jones could answer, he felt the blanket beneath him tighten. A trace of amusement in his eyes and voice, he gently coaxed Alice, "Uncle is going to get up now, can Alice first go to her room and wait for Uncle? I’ll be with you in a while, okay?"

"Okay." Alice obediently agreed and then left Benjamin Jones’s bedroom.

Without hearing the door close, Catherine Ford was uncertain whether Alice had left. As she hesitated, the blanket was suddenly lifted, and she saw the man poke his head in, "What are you hiding for?"

Catherine Ford’s face turned red, "Alice is still young, I’m afraid she’ll misunderstand."

"Misunderstand what?" Benjamin Jones leaned in with his handsome face.

A taken-aback Catherine Ford lifted her head to look at Benjamin Jones, only to see a rare teasing glint in his eyes. She instantly realized he was doing it on purpose. She sat up in embarrassment and glared at him but, because she moved too abruptly, her body leaned forward, and her lips grazed his cheek just barely.

For a moment, both of them were stupefied, looking at each other in silence.

Being under the blanket already, and at such a close distance, an indescribable emotion slowly fermented between them. Catherine Ford felt her heartbeat go out of control once again, involuntarily staring at the place on the man’s face where her lips had just touched.

Benjamin Jones’s heart was also racing. He instinctively reached out to touch his cheek, suddenly wanting to finish what he hadn’t completed with the woman the night before.

"Catherine Ford." His voice was huskier than before.

"Hmm." Catherine Ford wasn’t faring any better. With a soft hum, it seemed she used all her reason.

The next moment, she heard the man’s magnetic, husky bass voice ask, "May I kiss you?"

Catherine Ford’s mouth slightly opened, looking at the handsome face so close to her, as though she wanted to make sure she hadn’t misheard. But before she could confirm it, the man suddenly extended his long arm, cupping her head with his palm, and the next moment, his lips were on hers.

"Mmm..."

Catherine Ford, unprepared mentally, stared dumbly at the man in front of her. Her entire mind was in a daze, the only thought being that he was asking for her opinion, but she hadn’t agreed yet.

However, as the man’s kiss deepened, Catherine Ford’s mind couldn’t focus on anything else; instead, she involuntarily leaned forward to make it easier for him.

It was just a spur-of-the-moment action for Benjamin Jones, and after he kissed her, he realized he had gone too far. However, the woman in his arms showed no resistance. Instead, she tilted her little head toward him, her large eyes both blank and obedient, touching his heart and making it soften and melt, wishing this kiss could go on forever.

And so he did, until the person in his arms turned red in the face from lack of oxygen, then he released her, reprimanding, "Catherine Ford, don’t you know how to breathe?"

"Huff..." Catherine Ford, after taking a deep breath, glared at the man who had nearly suffocated her with a lack of oxygen.

This endearingly silly look from her itched Benjamin Jones’s heart, and he leaned in again.

Catherine Ford was bewildered, but then she got lost in the kiss. It lasted until she lost the ability to think due to the lack of oxygen, even wrapping her arms around the man’s neck actively, until the sound of footsteps outside brought her to sudden alertness, "Benjamin Jones, stop..."