Pampered By My Mr. Lawyer (Benjamin and Madelyn)

Chapter 313 This Is Uncle Ryan (1)

Chapter 313 This Is Uncle Ryan (1)

The lights were dim in the luxurious bedroom.

Eloise lay on the soft bed, unable to move.

She smelled the refreshing shaving liquid that the man sleeping next to her frequently used.

This was the third time Eloise had been kidnapped this month.

Each time Kenneth kidnapped Eloise here, blindfolded her, gently tied her wrists with a tie, and let her

sleep with him...

But he had never made love to her!

Kenneth would just cuddle Eloise at night and caress her body when he was feeling up to it.

...

There were tiny footsteps at the bedroom door, and then the bed sagged deep beside her... His warm

fingers stroked her cheek gently.

Eloise was gorgeous and luminous. Every part of her body was so beautiful.

Finally, Kenneth stopped touching Eloise, looking at her covetously...

Eloise didn't struggle. The tie that covered her eyes was slowly wet with tears. She whimpered,

"Kenneth, aren't you going to marry? Why do you keep bringing me here?"

"Do you want to make me your mistress?"

Kenneth was slightly stunned. Eloise knew it was him!

Eloise sobbed quietly. How could she not know it was Kenneth? She would know his scent anywhere!

It was presumably a wrench for him to tie her tightly. She struggled so hard that she managed to break

her bonds.

Eloise opened her eyes and looked Kenneth in the eye.

Her chest heaved violently.

Eloise's lips quivered lightly as she stared at Kenneth she had loved for years. "Mr. Ryan, it's true that

I'm not very smart, but you can't keep playing me for a fool! I could never be your mistress!"

Over six months ago, she had some drinks.

That night, they had a night of crazy sex...

Then when he came to Gredax again, they occasionally slept together overnight. After all, he didn't

have a woman around, and they had a child. Besides, he told her to wait for him for two years.

She had been filled with joy as she thought they would get married.

But Kenneth was getting married. Mr. Ryan's wedding was announced with great fanfare in the

newspapers, but the bride was not her.

Even so, Kenneth was going to sleep with her...

Kenneth looked into Eloise's tearful eyes, pulled a cigarette from the holder, and lit it irritably.

He wanted to tell Eloise to wait another six months.

Kenneth wanted to say that his wedding announcement was a lie, but how precious were two years of

a woman's youth! Was she gonna have another six months like this...

Kenneth's Adam's apples moved up and down.

Finally, he whispered and sighed softly, "Eloise, I'm sorry!"

Kenneth gently reached out to pull Eloise into her arms.

She didn't want him to touch her, staring at him stubbornly, her eyes red.

Kenneth did know that Eloise loved him.

Her love was a mixture of fondness, infatuation, admiration, and their countless memories of sex.

Kenneth gently touched Eloise's head. His voice was husky and gentle, "I've made breakfast. Go wash

your face. Kaleb will send you back home!"

Kenneth's tone sounded like a lover, but also like a loving father.

With that, he walked out of the bedroom.

He walked quickly as if he was afraid that something would catch up with him, or he would regret it the

next second.

Kenneth walked out of the bedroom and stood in the aisle.

Kenneth punched the wall so hard that blood stained the white walls.

He had too many inhibitions in his life. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

What kind of man was he if he couldn't be with the woman he loved?

Kenneth thought he could move on, so he broke up with Eloise a few years ago. When he met Eloise

again, Kenneth realized he had a son. He thought it would only be two years before he could drop

everything to take care of them.

But Kenneth went back on his word...

In the bedroom bathroom, Eloise crouched next to the toilet, quietly crying.

Eloise knew it wouldn't help.

But she couldn't help herself. She could only cry like this because she had to pretend she didn't give a

crap about Kenneth when she got back home.

Eloise had to be a good daughter.

Also, she had to be a good mom to Emerson.

She was the glamorous A-list model on the outside...

Eloise thought to herself, "You can't cry anymore when you walk out of this house."

In a trance, Eloise fumbled for a pack of cigarettes, presumably left behind by Kenneth, who usually

smoked here. She gently lit a cigarette, and her thoughts drifted back to when she first met Kenneth.

At that time, Eloise was still young and unsophisticated.

But he was respected and admired by millions.

Eloise would always remember the evening when eight Audis with impressive license plates suddenly

arrived at the Clarks' mansion, and a dozen bodyguards dressed all in black escorted the noble man

into her world.

Kenneth stood in the hall of the Clarks' mansion, so poised and graceful.

That day, Eloise heard that he was Kenneth, Mr. Ryan of Vadiff.

He was also Madelyn's uncle.

Eloise gracefully came down from the stairs. When Alexander asked her to greet Kenneth, she looked

at Kenneth's young and good-looking face and muttered in her mind, "He looks only 30-something, but

why should I call him Uncle Ryan?"

But Alexander and Benjamin seemed to be afraid of Kenneth.

Eloise thought to herself, "If I'm nice and obedient, will Kenneth stop messing with Benjamin and agree

to let Madelyn and Benjamin be together?"

Eloise was wearing a white dress that day.

And it was a nightgown...

She looked down and called out softly, "Uncle Ryan!"

At that moment, Kenneth turned around.

When she saw Kenneth's face, Eloise admitted that her heart was beating a little fast. She had never

imagined that Madelyn would have such a good-looking and powerful uncle. Kenneth responded to

Eloise carelessly and went back to talking to Alexander.

Eloise had never seen anyone talk to Alexander with such ease.

Later, Uncle Ryan left.

Alexander said that Kenneth was a cagey man, but Benjamin didn't say anything. Eloise thought that

Alexander was wrong. Uncle Ryan was very gentle and spoke in a polite, refined manner.

Eloise thought, "How can anyone in the world be so good-looking and make me feel so good?"

She thought she liked Uncle Ryan...