Pampered By My Mr. Lawyer (Benjamin and Madelyn)

Chapter 336 The Seven-Year Itch, Madelyn, Do You Still Love Me (4)



Chapter 336 The Seven-Year Itch, Madelyn, Do You Still Love Me (4)

Chapter 336 The Seven-Year Itch, Madelyn, Do You Still Love Me (4)

Madelyn woke up and saw Benjamin by her side. He sat next to her, gently stroking her chestnut hair, a

gesture that was quite intimate. She felt a little uncomfortable and sat up, asking, "How long have I

been asleep?"

Benjamin withdrew his hand and stared at her for a while before finally smiling, "A little over an hour."

Madelyn got up and put on her shoes, asking, "Did I interrupt anything you were doing?"

He held her hand. Madelyn looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?" Benjamin raised his hand and

playfully pinched her nose, saying, "It's nothing if I'm a little delayed because of my wife!" Madelyn

laughed lightly.

Just waking up, she felt particularly soft, and it had been a long time since he had kissed her.

Regardless of whether it was the right place or time, he couldn't help but lean in and kiss her.

"Benjamin..."

She leaned against his shoulder, reminding him.

But he couldn't resist, gently parting her lips and deepening their kiss.

After a long time, he finally felt satisfied. Madelyn weakly leaned against his shoulder, her cheeks red

from the kiss. Benjamin held her slender waist. He wanted more, but he didn't dare to touch her too

easily, afraid that she would be repulsed. Madelyn could sense his desire and whispered softly, "Let's

do it tonight!"

At his age, it wasn't good to hold back all the time.

Besides, she had no intention of divorcing him, nor did she have no feelings for him at all. Benjamin

lazily patted her, and they went downstairs and got into the car. Benjamin wanted to be with her and

turned his head to say softly, "Can we go to the company? I'll accompany you for a nap at noon and

leave early in the afternoon to pick up Everest."

Madelyn thought for a moment and declined, "Francis still needs to be taken care of." Benjamin was a

little disappointed but still drove her home first. The golden Bentley Continental GT slowly left the clinic

parking lot...

At the clinic parking lot, a black Benz opened its door, and someone got out.

Dressed in glamorous attire, she seemed like a rich lady.

It was none other than Elizabeth.

She sneered coldly. She had seen Madelyn at the clinic earlier and thought she was mistaken. It turned

out to be her!

Everyone thought that Madelyn was living the best life, but it turned out she needed to see a

psychologist.

The class reunion was coming soon...

If Madelyn's privacy were exposed, who would envy her?

But this clinic was high-end, and patient confidentiality was not easily obtained. Elizabeth spent a large

sum of money to win over a nurse in the medical records room and obtained the information.

Postpartum depression, a marriage lacking trust, intimacy only once a month.

These things made Elizabeth want to laugh out loud.

Seeing her laughter, the nurse felt a little scared. Elizabeth dismissed her with a few words. Once the

person left, she sat in the car and dialed a number. "Is this Gredax Daily? I have something that might

interest you!"

...

After hanging up the phone, she smirked. Was there a need for a marriage that reopened old wounds?

Would a man like Benjamin still stay with a wife who had a psychological illness? A man like him could

have any woman he wanted.

In his prime, there were plenty of women willing to have his children! Elizabeth couldn't help but feel

delighted at the thought. She looked forward to seeing Madelyn's downfall and Vivian's heartache. Only

when the two of them were in pain would she truly feel satisfied.

In the afternoon, Gredax Daily reported this news.

They posted powerful screenshots and an audio recording of Madelyn.

Indeed, it was a medical record from a certain clinic, filled with mentions of postpartum depression,

Eleanor Charlotte, and the couple's intimate life, among other hidden details...

"Shattered Marriages in High Society"

"High Society Doesn't Believe in Love"

"The President of Everest Group's Secret Affair"

...

Thrilling headlines instantly hit the hot search, accompanied by solid evidence from the recorded

conversation. Benjamin and his wife's privacy was exposed without reservation. Gredax, a storm of

bloodshed ensued.

Everyone was waiting for Benjamin's response because his response could directly impact the stocks

of the Huo family and Everest Group...

Paisley pushed open the door to the CEO's office, where Benjamin was on the phone.

On the other end of the line was Madelyn.

As the parties involved, they couldn't possibly be unaware of the news.

But Benjamin didn't speak directly about it. He just said gently to her, "I'll pick up Everest this afternoon.

You stay at home. By the way, has Francis finished eating his supplementary food? I'll buy some on my

way back after picking up Everest. Do you need anything else?" Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

On the other side, Madelyn sat in front of the Morning Dew piano.

She saw the hot search and knew what Benjamin meant by making the call.

There was a brief silence on the phone...

After a while, Benjamin spoke softly again, "I will hold a press conference this afternoon. Madelyn, don't

be afraid. You can live however you want. Leave the rest to me."

Madelyn played a section of piano with one hand and then paused, "I want to know who did this."

Benjamin nodded.

Then he hung up the phone, but continued staring at his cellphone without knowing what he was

thinking.

Paisley's voice tensed up, "Mr. Clark, I found out that it was initially released by a media outlet called

Gredax Daily, but we haven't found any suspicious financial transactions from them so far."

Benjamin leaned back on the leather chair, turned slightly, and looked up, "Find out who's responsible

as the chief editor. Let the security department take him out for a meal and extract information from his

mouth... If he doesn't talk, let him continue eating."

Paisley understood him the best.

She knew that Benjamin was truly angry this time, and the person who played dirty tricks behind the

scenes would definitely suffer.

Benjamin said again, "Prepare for the press conference."

Paisley immediately went to handle it.

As the others left, Benjamin was about to call Eloise to accompany Madelyn when he received a call

from his father.

Alexander was particularly furious.

He scolded Benjamin harshly, saying he was useless and couldn't protect his wife.

After a moment, he softened his tone, "Your mother has been there."

Benjamin's heart softened.

Alexander discussed with him how to respond, and in the end, he asked somewhat unpleasantly, "Ben,

tell your father the truth: did that injection back then affect your performance? Otherwise, why are you

so useless!"

Once a month...

Any woman would run away, wouldn't she?

Benjamin felt both angry and amused, "I do have the ability, but Dad, are you asking me to be a solo

performer?"

Intimate matters between a couple require mutual consent, that's what makes it interesting.

If he acted unilaterally, Madelyn wouldn't find satisfaction, and he couldn't bear that.

Alexander was just testing his son, and now that he had his answer, he felt relieved in his heart. As the

saying goes, as long as there is still hope, there will always be a chance to recover as long as there are

no physical issues.

He instructed his son again, "In the future, be more considerate to your wife. Take care of things at

home inside and out, so she can find time to have coffee and watch movies... If it really doesn't work,

your mother and I will take care of Francis. You just focus on taking over the Huo family."

Benjamin hung up the phone directly.

He wanted to make another call to Madelyn, but he felt reassured when he thought about his mother

passing away.

Half an hour later, Paisley came in, "Mr. Clark, the press conference is about to begin. All the

mainstream media from Gredax are here. Don't worry, I have everything under control. They won't dare

to write nonsense."

Benjamin stood up and straightened his shirt.

Everest Group Conference Hall No.1.

Hundreds of reporters aimed their cameras and long-range guns at the podium, and people below were

discussing.

The news was just too explosive!

They were all guessing whether Benjamin would announce a divorce directly, or if he would pretend

that everything was fine with Mrs. Clark and put on a show of affection?

The door to the conference room slowly opened.

Benjamin walked in, looking dignified and not at all like a divorced man.

Before the reporters could ask any questions, he spoke into the microphone.

"Firstly, regarding the leakage of my wife's privacy, I reserve the right to pursue legal actions."

"Secondly, I will not divorce Mrs. Clark."

"And third..."

...

Benjamin faced the hundreds of cameras, gave a slight smile, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

"Mrs. Clark, whether as a husband or a lover, I will strive to do my best! We have a lifetime to explore,

and I believe that one day, you will regain interest in me as a person and in this body."

A commotion ensued below: Was this Benjamin's confession?

But really, isn't this shameless?!

Can one say such things?

Benjamin continued to smile, "Our marriage may have some problems, but what does that matter?

Because I will never fall in love with someone else. My household registration will forever only have you

and our children... Mrs. Clark, I am transferring all my assets to you. If you're not happy with that, not

just once a month, but once a year is also your right... And I will always remain loyal to our marriage."

An Everest Group lawyer came over and settled all of Benjamin's assets.

Everything was gifted to his wife on the spot.

The reporters were somewhat stunned. It was only when they went back to write their articles that they

realized Benjamin had said so much, but it could be summarized in just a few words:

"Our marital affairs are none of your business!"


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