Pampered By My Mr. Lawyer (Benjamin and Madelyn)

Chapter 333 The Seven-Year Itch, Madelyn, Do You Still Love Me (1)

Chapter 333 The Seven-Year Itch, Madelyn, Do You Still Love Me (1)

Eloise cried sorrowfully and sought solace in Benjamin's arms.

Madelyn understood what was happening and gently stroked Eloise's hair before exchanging a glance

with Benjamin.

She walked over to Alexander's side and smiled politely at the uniformed personnel, expressing her

gratitude. Alexander also sensed the situation and dismissed them.

Finally, the house regained some semblance of calmness, except for Eloise's suppressed weeping.

Emerson was at a loss, so Madelyn went over and embraced him, speaking softly, "Mommy isn't

feeling well. How about Auntie spends time with you and plays?"

Emerson lowered his head and said, "Daddy said to call you sister."

Madelyn: ...

She glanced at Benjamin.

Benjamin picked up Emerson and gently said to Madelyn, "I'll take Emerson to the office, you stay with

Eloise. It'll be easier for you ladies to talk."

Madelyn nodded.

She personally prepared some toys and snacks for Emerson, kissed him, and then closed the car door.

Back at the mansion, Alexander sat on the couch smoking. He tapped the seat next to him, gesturing

for Madelyn to come over, and said, "Your mother went to keep her company first, Maddie, come talk to

Daddy."

Madelyn approached and took a seat.

Alexander cared for her deeply, and there was no awkwardness in their conversation. He spoke softly,

"Eloise being with your uncle, I actually approve of it. However, it seems Kenneth is in a difficult

position."

He spoke, and Madelyn listened quietly.

After a long while, he whispered again, "If Kenneth can't make her happy, no one else can."

After saying that, he walked away.

Madelyn sat alone there, drinking the coffee poured by the maid. It took her a long time to understand

what Alexander meant, and she smiled lightly.

Indeed, Alexander was a good father, very open-minded.

She went upstairs to check on Eloise.

After spending the entire morning talking with Eloise, she finally fell asleep. Madelyn gently covered her

with a blanket.

When she went downstairs, her heart swelled like water. Over the past year, she couldn't forget the

scene of Eloise standing in line with Emerson to buy milk tea, waiting for a long time but only willing to

buy one cup.

She called Kenneth.

Kenneth's voice sounded exhausted but gentle, "How is she?"

"She's okay, just a bit sad."

After contemplating for a while, Madelyn finally asked the question she wanted to ask, "Uncle, is the

news in the newspaper true? Are you really engaged to Miss Lan?"

Kenneth fell silent for a moment and said softly, "Help me take care of her for another six months."

Just half a year...

Madelyn understood that it involved confidential matters, so she didn't ask further questions and

instead chatted about Emerson. He should have started preschool at this age, but Kenneth vehemently

opposed it, insisting on letting him play at home for another year. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

In the afternoon at four o'clock, Madelyn picked up Everest and brought her home. Benjamin had

returned early and brought Emerson back as well. The two children climbed onto the Morning Dew

piano and played, and he didn't mind.

After spending some time with them, Benjamin called for a servant, "Where's Madelyn?"

The servant smiled lightly, "Madelyn is preparing dinner for Miss and Young Master Emerson!"

Benjamin's heart warmed.

Instead of immediately going to the kitchen, he first went to see Francis and then took a shower and

changed into casual clothes.

He walked into the kitchen, and the two servants tactfully exited. Benjamin approached Madelyn from

behind, gently embracing her and mischievously kissing the nape of her neck, "Do you miss me?"

Madelyn was arranging the dishes and said it was itchy and asked him not to be silly.

"Yours is being made by the servants."

Benjamin's eyes deepened as he gazed at his wife.

Madelyn was a perfect wife; she had harmonious relationships with his parents and younger sister and

took good care of the children, including maintaining her own figure and skin as before. When they had

intimate moments as a couple, he never found it boring.

However, he still felt dissatisfied.

Benjamin didn't know if it was the seven-year itch between them or if it was because he hadn't regained

his memories and Madelyn couldn't find the feelings they once had.

This ambiguity left him troubled.

After dinner, as usual, he took care of Francis while Madelyn put Everest and Emerson to bed. Both of

these children inherited the Ryan family's genes, and it was adorable to see them sleeping side by

side.

Benjamin brought some work home.

He worked in his study until 11 o'clock, feeling a bit tired when he came out. As he walked back to the

bedroom, Madelyn was on the phone with someone, probably her classmate. He could faintly hear the

names Daniel and Vivian.

When Benjamin entered, Madelyn hung up the phone.

She looked at him and said, "Are you tired? Take a shower and go to sleep!"

Just like usual, she went to the closet to get his clothes. Every piece of clothing there was meticulously

ironed by her, and even the scent of the laundry detergent was familiar to him.

She was a gentle and virtuous wife, the kind that would put a man at ease.

But Benjamin couldn't find happiness in it. It all felt too mechanical. Madelyn was just playing the role of

the perfect wife, taking care of him and the children, and engaging in marital intimacy with him.

Whether she loved him or not, she seemed indifferent.

She never asked about the part of his memory that he had lost.

This feeling of being unnoticed and unloved grew day by day. He even began to suspect that he had

some kind of mental illness and went to see a psychologist on his own.

The doctor said he wasn't sick, it was probably just a lack of harmony in their married life.

At night, as he lay with Madelyn, he couldn't help but wonder if twice a week was not enough for a man

his age.

Madelyn buried her face in the pillow.

His mind wandered, and so did hers.

"What are you thinking about?" Benjamin leaned over and kissed her.

Madelyn gently wrapped her arms around his neck and softly hummed, "I'm thinking about what

breakfast to make for Everest and Emerson tomorrow morning..."

Benjamin quietly watched her for a while, then held her waist.

That night's affair came to an end.

He got up and went to take a shower, while Madelyn lay on the bed, her forehead covered in tiny beads

of sweat.

A faintly hoarse voice came from the bathroom.

She was quite surprised. Was Benjamin... doing that?

Didn't he just satisfy himself earlier?

At this moment, as a wife, she shouldn't pry into that privacy. She should give her husband dignity,

especially considering how tired she was after a long day. She raised her hand to button up her

pajamas, pulled up the blanket, and fell asleep.

Half an hour later, Benjamin emerged from the bathroom, feeling cool and refreshed.

He looked at the woman sleeping in the bed, feeling a complex mix of emotions. He longed for her, but

even the most passionate embrace seemed to go unanswered.

In the past six months, their life together hadn't been bad.

But something was missing!

He didn't want Madelyn to inhale second-hand smoke, so he went to the study and lit a cigarette,

smoking it slowly.

Then he persuaded himself that this life was good, and he should be content.

But the darkness in his heart grew deeper...

Late at night, the door was pushed open.

Everest, wearing a white dress, tiptoed in, hugging a pillow. She immediately climbed onto her father's

lap and cozily nestled in.

Benjamin let go of his worries and kissed his little one. "Why did you come over?"

"Emerson snores so loud."

Benjamin pinched her cheek. "Why do you call him Emerson?"

Everest rested her little head on her father's arm, then pulled the small blanket around herself and

gently closed her eyes. "Because Great-uncle Kenneth is his dad."

Pride overflowed in Benjamin's heart.

He kissed the little girl in his arms, then carried her to the sofa and lay down, with Everest nestled

against his chest. Everest didn't hold back either, using her tiny feet to scratch him like a washboard,

tickling him.