Pampered By My Mr. Lawyer (Benjamin and Madelyn) novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303 Do You Have Other Men

Kenneth pushed open the bedroom door.

Eloise had tidied up the bedroom and even changed the bedsheets.

The sheets were dirty, and she didn't have the face to ask the maid to wash them, so she washed them herself in the bathroom.

Kenneth entered and quietly watched her for a while.

She wasn't really good at housework. After scrubbing for a long time, not only did she fail to clean them properly, but she also got herself wet.

"Let me do it," he whispered.

Eloise's ears burned, and she didn't dare to look at him because seeing him reminded her of everything that happened last night.

Kenneth held her shoulder and led her aside.

Eloise didn't argue with him and quietly washed her hands.

Although Kenneth had his status, he had rented a house outside during his college years and was capable of doing all the household chores.

He swiftly washed the bedsheets.

However, no matter how hard he tried, they couldn't be restored to their original state after what happened last night. It took him quite some time to finally clean them.

In the end, the pale pink bedsheets were hung on the balcony to dry.

After finishing, Kenneth didn't leave.

He leaned against the balcony, lowered his head, lit a cigarette, and his slender eyes stared at the delicate color, which in his eyes was as delicate as Eloise.

Last night was an accident.

After chatting with Alexander, he originally planned to return to his room and sleep.

Unexpectedly, Emerson, who rarely showed him affection, was sleeping on his bed, exhaling warm breaths.

This was his and Eloise's child!

Kenneth sat silently by the edge of the bed, watching Emerson in sleep and feeling that this child was incredibly lovely.

Downstairs, the sound of high heels could be heard.

He shouldn't have gone out because, at this time, Eloise could only be one person in the house.

But he couldn't suppress himself after not seeing her for a long time.

She was slightly tipsy.

When she saw him, her watery eyes and the corners of her mouth had a touch of feminine charm but also a hint of innocence that Kenneth couldn't resist.

He reached out and supported her, his gaze deep, "Why are you drinking?"

She was drunk, not avoiding him as usual.

She just stared straight at him.

Kenneth was a normal man. He had been too busy, and it had been long since he had been with a woman. Especially considering their relationship, he felt a stir of emotions.

However, he still had his sanity and led her into her bedroom.

She lay back on the soft bed.

Kenneth poured her a glass of water and walked over to place it by the bedside, saying, "Drink some water and take off your clothes to sleep!"

Eloise's gaze was clear, still fixed.

After a moment, she turned her face and buried it in the covers, not making a sound.

But he knew she was crying!

Kenneth gently patted her shoulder, his tone a mixture of tenderness and affection, "You went on a date, didn't you? How come you were bullied?"

She remained silent, only her thin shoulders trembling more intensely.

Kenneth applied a bit of force and gently turned her towards him.

Indeed, she was crying.

In fact, she wasn't that young anymore, but because she was so much younger than him and had the temperament of a child, she still looked like the young girl from back then.

Kenneth knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help but lower his head.

Her lips were soft, moist and slightly parted as if waiting for him to kiss. The hot lips pressed tightly together. Their bodies intertwined. They constantly exchanged their body heat.

After a long time, they both couldn't bear it anymore.

Underneath the bed, the clothes of the man and the woman were piled up.

Tears slowly rolled down Eloise's eyes. She felt somewhat sober but not wholly awake. She lightly traced his handsome features with delicate fingers, and her voice sounded hoarse, "Kenneth, no one else can bully me!"

From beginning to end, it was only him who bullied her!

She cried like a little girl, longing for his closeness after getting drunk, but she always had a sense of grievance.

Kenneth's slender and jade-like fingers caressed her beautiful face.

He softly coaxed, "Don't cry, Eloise!"

He still had some hesitation. After all, it would not be easy to give her up once he took her.

But she called him Kenneth.

She rarely called him that. She called him Uncle Ryan in the past, which made him feel excited and stimulated.

But when she called him Kenneth, he felt like the woman pressing beneath him was a mature woman with whom he could have children.

Kenneth gently took her.

She cried intensely, not because it hurt, but because she was sad.

In the deep darkness of the night, he comforted her while slowly losing himself.

Perhaps later, she couldn't resist calling him "Uncle Ryan", and he couldn't control himself. Two bodies that hadn't experienced passion in a long time ignited at a touch, and it was unstoppable!

...

When dawn broke, Eloise opened her eyes.

She saw the handsome person she longed for and resisted lying in her bedroom.

They had slept together all night.

She was slightly confused, but he was awake, his hand resting on her waist. "Awake?" he asked.

Next, he was kicked out of her room.

He was even disheveled, his belt not even fastened.

Kenneth smoked his cigarette slowly as he heard footsteps behind him.

Eloise's voice was light. "You're still not leaving?"

Kenneth turned around.

He wore iron-grey trousers and a simple white shirt, the kind of attire that men of his age liked. But it was rare to find someone with Kenneth's physique and temperament.

Kenneth's tone was gentle. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

Her face turned a bit red.

But she pretended not to care. "It was fine."

It was fine...

Kenneth chewed these words repeatedly, his black eyes narrowing. He asked a question he should have asked in bed last night, straight to the point, "You've been on a lot of blind dates this year. Have you slept with other men?"

He asked bluntly.

In truth, it hadn't happened, but she didn't want to admit it to him. It seemed like telling the truth would make it seem like she was still waiting for him, so she chose to remain silent.

Kenneth took a harsh drag of his cigarette, his narrow eyes staring intently at her.