Pampered By My Mr. Lawyer (Benjamin and Madelyn)

Chapter 315 This Is Uncle Ryan (3)

Chapter 315 This Is Uncle Ryan (3)

In the elevator, several bodyguards stood around Kenneth.

Eloise was pushed to the side of the elevator. She was delicate and needed special care and

protection. She just took three sleeping pills and had her stomach pumped, looking quite vulnerable.

She tried to squeeze through the crowd and step to Kenneth's side.

The bodyguards, all looking fierce, stopped her, and she was aggravated.

Kaleb laughed as he watched this.

Kenneth spoke up, "Let her through!"

The bodyguards made way for Eloise, who then pushed her way to Kenneth, and made a face at the

bodyguards, looking adorable...

Kenneth couldn't help but think of the little bottle in her handbag again.

He laughed very softly.

The exhaustion he had been feeling was surprisingly mitigated. He wondered if this was the magic of a

young girl, which was able to relax the mind and body!

The hotel suite Kenneth stayed in was huge, about 300 square meters.

And there was even a small gym.

He was quite busy. He entered his room and ordered dinner. Then Kaleb went to set it up.

In less than half an hour, sumptuous food was pushed in by the chef. Kenneth was still looking at the

document without lifting his head, and only said coldly, "Young girls nowadays love spicy food. Is that

okay with you?"

Eloise quickly nodded. "Yes, yes, yes!"

How could she dare to say no?

The three of them had dinner together. It was obvious that Kaleb was Kenneth's right-hand man, and

he was very good at livening things up during the meal, making a few witty remarks from time to time.

Eloise couldn't stand spicy food.

After taking a few bites of the dish, Eloise felt her mouth was on fire, her eyes reddening even more.

She poked the boiled fish fillets in her bowl and couldn't help but whisper disapprovingly, "Why do we

have to eat in a hotel suite? It takes ages for this spicy flavor to dissipate, doesn't it?"

Eloise thought, "Hmph, girls love spicy food? It is Kenneth who likes spicy food!"

Kenneth noticed a while ago that Eloise was not good with spicy things, but he didn't say anything. It

was funny the way her little goofy face flushed.

He glanced at Kaleb.

Kaleb took a hint, smiled, and said, "It's not a good idea for Mr. Ryan to dine in a restaurant! You don't

seem to like this very much. How about I order you something else?"

Eloise teared up. "I want fried chicken and bubble tea!"

She added, "Madelyn used to make it for me!"

She brought Madelyn up...

Kenneth let out a soft chuckle and thought, "She's not too dumb."

He whispered to Kaleb, "You order fried chicken and bubble tea for her!"

Kaleb was actually quite surprised and wondered, "Mr. Ryan has never been such a good-natured

person... It's always the case that people around him are obedient to him in every matter. Mr. Ryan has

never indulged a girl as much as he does now. He even asked me to order food for her..."

But no matter what, the fried chicken and bubble tea were both served now.

Eloise sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and ate with great satisfaction... Kenneth

had never been a big eater, which was why he had managed to stay in such good shape in the political

world for nearly 20 years.

He just sat there, looking at the pretty little girl.

The Clark family had done a superb job raising her.

She had swallowed her pills yesterday, and just now had a quarrel with her ex-fiancé, but now she was

happily eating fried chicken. She was so carefree.

Kenneth became a little jealous of her.

The table was already cleared, and Kaleb whispered in Kenneth's ear, "Mr. Ryan, they're here. Would

you like to meet them now?"

Kenneth nodded.

Kaleb was discreet. "Are you going to the study?"

Kenneth thought for a moment. "I think I'll just meet them here. It's not for anything particularly

important anyway!"

Hearing their conversation, Eloise wiggled her legs and grinned. "Uncle Ryan, I'll leave you to your

work. We'll talk about our business when you're done."

Kaleb couldn't help but laugh.

What could Eloise possibly have to talk to Kenneth about?

Kenneth didn't say anything.

Next, Kenneth met with several groups of elites in their 30s and 40s.

In Eloise's eyes, they all looked pompous and arrogant.

But one of them was a radiantly beautiful, charming beauty. As she was leaving, she looked at Eloise

and asked, "Mr. Ryan, is?"

Kenneth, who didn't like people prying into his private affairs, blandly said, "A junior!"

...

Eloise tried to plead for her brother.

She said in her mind, "But Uncle Ryan has to meet so many people. Doesn't he ever get tired?"

Then she was too sleepy and fell asleep on the couch, grabbing the pillow in her hand and hugging it

tightly...

...

As night fell, Kenneth saw off the last of the guests.

He was very tired now, but he was used to drinking a glass of red wine to relieve the fatigue.

Inside the suite, the lights were dim.

Kenneth had changed into a black suit and looked quite composed.

With a glass of wine in hand, he watched the girl on the couch. The light shone through the floor-to-

ceiling windows on her, and it was colorful and beautiful as if a layer of glass had been built around

her.

He thought, "How come there be such a little kid sleeping like a log?"

She was lovely and innocent, not getting defensive at all!

Perhaps because his gaze was too intense with affection, Eloise woke up, rubbed her eyes, and knelt

down on the couch.

She was slender.

She wore a long white dress and had long black hair.

She was very pretty and didn't look like a child at all.

She got a clear look at the man in front of her and called out softly, "Uncle Ryan!"

"You're awake?"

Kenneth put down the glass and smiled lightly, "Aren't you afraid of sleeping in a strange man's room?"

Eloise's face was flushed from her long sleep.

She gently ran her hands through her hair and said reasonably, "No, you're Madelyn's uncle... I call you

Uncle Ryan!"

Kenneth took a step forward.

As long as he reached out, he could touch her long, thick hair.

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Eloise knelt on the couch and fixed her hair, her voice soft, "Uncle Ryan, how old are you?"

Kenneth looked at her kneeling, and some images flashed through his mind.

He then laughed very softly...

Eloise was struck dumb. "Uncle Ryan is so good-looking when he smiles!" Actually, she was never

short of good-looking men around her. Benjamin was very handsome, but Uncle Ryan had a beautiful,

manly smile.

Her heart beat faster.

Eloise thought, "No way, you're not falling for Madelyn's uncle, are you?"

No way!

She forgot to make Benjamin look good in front of Kenneth because she was overwhelmed by the fact

that she might have a crush on Kenneth.

Kenneth gently buttoned up his cufflinks. "It's getting late. I'll take you home!"

She didn't say anything else and followed him out obediently.

Kenneth took the special-purpose lift to the hotel's underground garage, where he unlocked a black

Lotus Car and motioned for her to get in.

Eloise sat next to him and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Ryan, where's that secretary of yours? Don't

you have a lot of bodyguards with you at all times?"

Kenneth lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

His skin was exceptionally pale, and the corners of his eyes reddened a bit as he smoked. He looked

like a wily, learned man.

Exhaling a puff of smoke, he smiled faintly. "This is my private trip. I'm not taking them!"

Private, private trip...

Was it his personal trip to take her home?

Eloise was not thinking straight again, and her hands even trembled when she put her hands on her

lap.

The black sports car was speeding down the road.

At about nine o'clock, the car arrived at the Clarks' mansion.

Eloise put her hand on the door handle and felt her legs go a little weak as she turned around and

whispered, "Thanks, Uncle Ryan, I..."

Kenneth rested his elbows on the car window and smoked quietly.

A moment later, he tossed the cigarette butt away, his voice husky, "I'm too old for little girls."

Eloise bites her lip. "I'm 27. I'm not a little girl!"

Kenneth's long, pale fingers gently stroked the steering wheel.

He smiled politely, even a little bit evil. "What are you if not a little girl when you have a doll with a little

bottle with you?"