Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 863: Let’s Talk About Ventilation

"Benjamin..."

Just as Catherine Ford uttered a few syllables, she heard the familiar voice of Mrs. Jones, and in shock, she pushed Benjamin Jones away and hopped off the bed barefoot, dashing straight into the man’s bathroom.

Still in a daze from the emotions, Benjamin looked up to see the woman clumsily shutting the bathroom door, somewhat stunned, then he touched the corner of his lips and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Mrs. Jones opened the door to find her son sitting on the bed, a ripple of laughter across his face, first startled, then she frowned, "You had such a big ordeal and didn’t even tell the family. How are you feeling now?"

"Mom, don’t you knock before entering?" Benjamin, coming back to his senses, looked at his mother with dissatisfaction.

"It’s because you didn’t close the door. Where’s Catherine? Why is Alice the only one downstairs?" Mrs. Jones asked casually.

Catherine Ford, standing in the bathroom, felt her whole face burning as if on fire, gripping her hands nervously, but upon seeing her own reflection in the mirror - her face flushed and lips slightly swollen - she shrank in embarrassment.

Outside, Benjamin looked at his mother, "Can you please step out for a moment?"

Completely ignoring his mother’s question.

Mrs. Jones didn’t expect to get any answers about Catherine’s whereabouts from her son and didn’t pay much attention to it, but she didn’t leave either, "Weren’t you hospitalized yesterday? How come you are discharged so quickly? A gastric perforation can be serious. Don’t act recklessly, you’ll only harm yourself, and you’ll be the one suffering in the end."

"I’m fine now, I know my own body," Benjamin had already put away his previous smile and reverted to his usual icy demeanor, but perhaps due to the recent flare of emotions, there was a faint pink tint around his eyes, which made him look not as intimidating as usual.

Mrs. Jones was not intimidated at all, she glanced at her son and suddenly asked, "What were you just doing?"

Benjamin, "..."

It was just awkward.

Catherine, hidden in the bathroom, felt her entire body burning.

"Mom, are you sure you want to watch your son get dressed?" Benjamin churned inwardly, his expression remained calm, and he asked his mother in a flat tone.

Mrs. Jones then relented, gave her son a disdainful cough and glance, "Fine, I’ll go keep Alice company."

Yet, as she was leaving the room, Mrs. Jones couldn’t help but take an extra glance at the pair of women’s shoes by her son’s bed, arching her brow slightly, and then cast a look towards the bathroom.

Benjamin noticed his mother’s subtle actions, reached up to rub his forehead, while Mrs. Jones very understandingly closed the door for him.

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It got even more awkward.

The room returned to silence; Benjamin put on his pajamas, got up from the bed, walked to the bathroom, and gently knocked, "She’s gone, you can come out now."

Catherine Ford had already heard Mrs. Jones leave but really didn’t know how to face the man outside. Now urged, she lowered her head to splash some cold water on her face, lightly patted it to make sure her face wasn’t so red anymore, and then opened the bathroom door.

"I... I’m leaving first," Catherine said without lifting her head to look at Benjamin.

Benjamin looked at the deeply embarrassed woman, who seemed to wish she could bury her head in her chest, touched her nose gently, and asked, "Afraid of me? Isn’t it a bit late for that now?"

Catherine shook her head.

Benjamin laughed softly, "If it’s not fear, then what is it?"

"I..." Catherine instinctively wanted to explain but then at the last moment wondered why she needed to explain anything to this man; she changed her tone, "I’m going to see Alice."

"Okay, we’ll talk later," Benjamin Jones didn’t want to push her too hard.

But Catherine Ford was somewhat short-circuited at the moment, "Talk about what?"

Benjamin Jones smiled pleasurably, bringing his lips close to Catherine Ford’s ear, "Talk about how to catch your breath."

Swish!

The redness that had just faded from Catherine Ford’s face suddenly flushed back, her large eyes glared at Benjamin Jones before she walked out annoyed, but her wrist was caught by him.

She turned back, puzzled, to see him step forward and extend his beautifully defined long fingers to neatly adjust her collar, and only then did Catherine Ford realize that her chest was wide open at some point, and she had only cared about cooling down her face, completely unaware of her disheveled clothes. Now, Benjamin Jones’s actions made her so embarrassed she could hardly lift her head, and she left the room as soon as he finished.

Benjamin Jones watched Catherine Ford’s reaction and laughed lightly again.

After changing her clothes, Catherine Ford stayed in the next room for a while before going downstairs. Downstairs, Mrs. Jones was talking to Alice. Seeing her come down, before Mrs. Jones could speak, Alice let go of Mrs. Jones and ran towards her, "Mommy, where did you go? Alice couldn’t find you!"

A flash of embarrassment passed through Catherine Ford’s eyes, but she feigned composure, "Mommy just went to the restroom."

Alice tilted her little head, "The restroom? But Alice didn’t see Mommy there."

Catherine Ford almost choked, she glanced at Mrs. Jones with a guilty conscience and hurriedly diverted her daughter, "What was Alice playing with Grandma?"

"Oh." Alice made a puzzled sound and then answered Catherine Ford, "I was telling Grandma Jones about the dance I just learned. Mommy, do you want to watch?"

"Sure." Catherine Ford quickly responded, trying to appear normal as she faced Mrs. Jones, "Auntie, what would you like for breakfast?"

"No need to trouble yourself, I’ve already eaten. Just make something for Benjamin and Alice," Mrs. Jones said affectionately, her gaze falling on Catherine Ford’s lips and thinking to herself how her son had finally bloomed this early in the morning, full of passion.

Catherine Ford, feeling with a guilty conscience that Mrs. Jones’s gaze was different from normal days, awkwardly replied okay and then looked at Alice, "Alice, can you dance here while mommy makes breakfast, so I can watch you?"

"Okay." Alice, being a child and not as sensitive to her mother’s complex emotions, cheerfully replied and started to dance.

Mrs. Jones, who had insights into dancing, watched and gave instructions from the side. Taking the opportunity, Catherine Ford slipped into the kitchen, occasionally clapping for Alice.

When Benjamin Jones came downstairs, he saw the little lady busily working in the kitchen and his grandmother and niece playing in the living room, his gaze was tender and his tone carried an unconscious doting as he called out to Alice.

Alice stopped her movements and ran happily toward Benjamin Jones, "Uncle, how are you?"

Benjamin Jones nodded, "Uncle is fine, thanks to our Alice for caring about me."

Alice was delighted upon hearing that and turned to shout towards Catherine Ford in the kitchen, "Mommy, Uncle is better now!"

Catherine Ford looked up and saw a man in a new casual outfit, exuding an elegant and lazy aura that was completely different from his usual stern demeanor. She was slightly startled before replying to Alice, "Yes, Uncle is better, but since Uncle just recovered, Alice, don’t make too much fuss over Uncle."

Alice obediently nodded.

Seeing this, Benjamin Jones rubbed the little girl’s head, "What was Alice dancing just now? Can you also teach Uncle how to do it?"

Alice was happily agreeable.

When Catherine Ford looked up again, she saw the man already playing with Alice, and laughter from the three of them, especially Alice’s joyful giggles, echoed from the living room.

Watching this scene, Catherine Ford felt happy, and at the same time, there was a sourness at the tip of her nose. She could clearly feel that since moving to Rose Valley, Alice’s smiles had become more frequent, something she couldn’t have given her daughter no matter how hard she tried.