Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

Chapter 845: Chapter 845: Miss Ford, can you let go of me now?

Catherine Ford was filled with caution regarding every question Benjamin Jones raised about Alice, visibly tense right now as she heard Benjamin ask if she knew Alice was very smart, slowly nodding with a delayed reaction, “Alice has always been very smart.”

Benjamin glanced at Catherine, noticing the emotions starkly exposed on the woman’s face. He realized he had been too careless before; otherwise, given Catherine’s capability, he would have sensed something long ago. Although he was clear about it, he didn’t plan to call her out at that moment, his tone neutral as he analyzed, “Alice’s observation skills, practical abilities, memory, and thinking capabilities all exceed those of her peers. Have you ever considered advanced education for her?”

Catherine relaxed slightly upon hearing Benjamin’s words, then shook her head, “No, I just hope that Alice can have a happy childhood and grow up healthily and safely.”

She was just an average person, who had seen the world’s beauty and also understood its malice; she merely wished for Alice’s safety and happiness.

Benjamin did not say anything more after that. Instead, it was Alice who patted her chest after finishing a small bowl of noodles, “Mommy, I’m super healthy!”

“Mhm, Alice is the best.” Catherine said, tilting her head and gently nuzzling her daughter’s cheek, her beautiful face so tender that Benjamin found it difficult to look away until the mother and daughter finished their affectionate exchange. He hurriedly lowered his head and took an awkward sip of chicken soup.

After dinner, Alice’s milky voice insisted on helping her mother wash the dishes. She even stood on a small stool next to the sink. Catherine tried to carry her away to no avail; in the end, it was Benjamin who whispered something in Alice’s ear, and she obediently sat on the sofa continuing with her Rubik’s cube.

Catherine had just let out a sigh of relief when she saw the man who had sent Alice away coming straight towards her, confused she lifted her head, “Lawyer Jones…”

“I promised Alice I’d help you with the dishes.” Saying so, Benjamin rolled up his sleeves, revealing his lean and muscular forearms. His skin was a light wheat color, exuding a healthy sheen under the light, with an indescribable sexiness.

Watching his actions, Catherine, due to their close proximity, easily caught the scent of his pheromones, and that powerful-looking forearm uncontrollably reminded her of those shattered memories, where one such memory was of the man gripping her waist with his forearm, beads of sweat dripping from her cheek onto the man’s light wheat-colored skin.

In recent years, Catherine rarely thought of those memories, but ever since she met Benjamin again, those images would unintentionally pop up.

Realizing what she was thinking, Catherine’s fair skin flushed from her cheeks to her neck, struggling not to let her thoughts wander, when she suddenly saw the tall man bend over to her side, with a different tone than before, he softly asked, “Miss Ford, what are you thinking about? Your face is so red.”

Catherine took a startled step back, her whole demeanor like a frightened cat, her large eyes wide, “I… I’m just feeling a bit hot.”