Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 872: En En, will you be my girlfriend?

Catherine Ford felt like she was done for.

All her worries and apprehensions about social status collapsed in that moment, as did all the feelings of inferiority that life had forced upon her over the years, now forgotten at the back of her mind.

Looking at the tall and handsome man before her, the only thought in Catherine’s mind was to kiss him.

Suddenly, the carefree girl from her memories revived, and she stood on tiptoes and planted her lips on the man’s, telling him with her actions that it was okay.

He could.

As long as it was him, she could take the gamble once more.

Benjamin Jones hadn’t expected the usually quiet, good and overly cautious woman to act before him. After a moment of surprise, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist. As he had expected, she was unfortunately thin, stirring a wave of pity in his heart, which was soon overshadowed by the softness of her lips, leaving no room for other thoughts, and he wanted to turn the previous impulse into action.

The night was quiet, with an overbearing silence throughout the villa, save for their marginally heavy breathing, filling the warmth of the kitchen with ambiguous airs.

It was not until Catherine smelled a strong burnt scent that she came back to her senses, pushing Benjamin forcefully and scurrying towards the oven.

With empty hands, Benjamin looked at her hurried figure, reached up to touch his lips, still filled with a sense of longing, and smiled as he saw Catherine take out the burnt cookies from the oven, with a bit of embarrassment as she looked at the man standing not far away in a casual pose exuding effortless charm, "Uh... they’re burnt..."

"Hmm, what a pity." Benjamin’s reply was ambiguous, leaving one to wonder if the pity was for the cookies or for the kiss that had ended too soon.

Catherine’s cheeks flushed upon hearing this, and then her body stiffened as she abruptly put down the cookies and rushed towards the noodles she’d made earlier, only to be saddened, "They’re a bit clumpy."

Beauty truly leads one astray!

Catherine hung her head in annoyance at her impulsive act, but the man behind her soon wrapped his arms around her overly slender waist, "It’s okay, it’s edible."

"But..."

"No buts." Benjamin interrupted Catherine, stretching out an arm to grab a pair of chopsticks without letting go of her waist, and, in that very position, he bent down and started eating the noodles.

Catherine looked down and saw his large hand holding her waist. Her cheeks burned, and she squirmed slightly, "Don’t eat, let me cook another batch for you."

"No need, it tastes good," replied Benjamin, continuing to eat the noodles. The temperature was just right, soothing his somewhat cramped stomach instantly upon ingestion. The soup wasn’t too rich or too bland, with a slightly tangy but not overpowering flavor. Although the noodles were a bit clumped, they fit his current palate perfectly, with tender shrimp and smooth eggs. Benjamin was quite comfortable and didn’t forget to try the soup too.

But as he was about to finish his bowl, he had no intention of letting go of the person in his embrace. Catherine, now sober from her impulsive action, was feeling shy. She tentatively struggled but couldn’t break free and protested in a soft voice, "Let me go, I need to clean up the burnt cookies and there’s still some dough left to bake."

She originally planned to make more for Mrs. Jones, but one box had already been devoured by someone, while another ended up burnt. All that was left was enough for one more box, so she simply decided to turn it into snacks for Alice to eat tomorrow, and she would make Mrs. Jones’ share another time.

But even after she protested, Benjamin Jones not only didn’t let go, but actually held her even tighter, whispering by her ear, "It was you who provoked me first just now."

Catherine Ford blushed and turned red all the way to her ears, not knowing how to retort for the moment, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed as she looked down to see Benjamin’s bowl of noodles nearly empty, before finally snorting out a question, "Then what do you want to do?"

"I actually don’t want to do anything," Benjamin Jones said, able to see the flush on the woman’s ear and feeling particularly good about it.

Catherine Ford heard the laughter in his voice and felt a mix of embarrassment and annoyance as she struggled, "If you don’t want to do anything then let me go!"

Benjamin Jones was already feeling affectionate tonight, but Catherine’s struggles made his blood boil even more, his palm pressing down slightly, "Behave, let me hold you a bit longer."

In the past, he always thought that the night three years ago was a somewhat overly realistic dream and, thinking it was Abigail in the dream, he was angry at himself for his filthiness, never daring to reminisce. But ever since he knew it wasn’t a dream and also not Abigail, it felt like he’d let a shackle off his heart, and he can’t help thinking back to that night, sometimes dreaming of the minor details. At those times, he often struggled to control his own impulses.

At this moment, the woman from his dream was in his arms, and even the most abstemious of men couldn’t help but lose a bit of control.

Catherine Ford trembled all over at Benjamin Jones’ burning words, looking up subconsciously to see his Adam’s apple moving. Her mind, clear a second ago, began to grow hazy, feeling an intense heat on the part of her body he touched even through her nightgown, unconsciously licking her lips, and ended up obediently calming down.

Benjamin Jones could clearly feel every subtle change in Catherine’s body and chuckled to himself, thinking this silly woman was truly sensitive. He finished the last sip of soup, pulled a tissue to wipe his mouth, turned Catherine’s body towards him, and discovered she wanted to bury her head into his chest, but the top of her exposed head had a small whirl which, just like her, was very obedient, leading him to stretch out his hand and gently poke it. freēwēbnovel.com

Catherine Ford knew all her reactions were being witnessed by the man, and she felt incredibly shy, keeping her head low even while facing Benjamin, only to hear his light chuckle above her head and feel him poke the top of her head. Somewhat displeased, she looked up, only for her forehead to be pecked the next moment, followed by her nose and then her lips.

Caught completely off guard, Catherine Ford was stunned by Benjamin Jones’ actions, and just as she heard him laughing even more heartily overhead, before she could become indignant, she suddenly heard him cease laughing and seriously looking down at her, "Catherine, be my girlfriend?"

Boom!

Catherine Ford, still not fully recovered from the earlier flirtation, was suddenly struck by these words, her head buzzing and going numb with shock, disbelievingly looking up at the man. Unlike earlier when he indifferently expressed his interest in her, suggesting they could try dating, Benjamin Jones was proposing something completely different now by saying, "Catherine, be my girlfriend," which meant their relationship was no longer like before but rather, one of equality.

And he was putting the decision in her hands.

Catherine Ford’s heart raced, meeting the man’s earnest gaze. She couldn’t tell if it was because she had set the kitchen light too dim, but she thought she could see deep affection and nervousness in his eyes.

So he really liked her and, like any other ordinary person, felt anxious, uncertain, and full of anticipation for the response of the person he liked?

Catherine Ford unconsciously pursed her dry lips, remembering her previous resolution. The word "yes" reached her lips, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it, repeatedly asking herself internally if she should really agree.