Pampered By My Mr. Lawyer (Benjamin and Madelyn)

Chapter 343 The Red Wine

Chapter 343 The Red Wine

The school anniversary celebration was filled with bigwigs, but none stood out more than Benjamin.

Elizabeth had hoped to impress him, but he had already left with Madelyn.

In the parking lot, inside the car.

Benjamin leisurely fastened his seatbelt and turned to look at Madelyn. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

She leaned against the seatback; her eyes slightly moist as she gazed out the window.

It was clear that those videos had touched her deeply.

How could one easily erase the memories of first love?

Resting his hands on the steering wheel, Benjamin inquired, "Do you still miss Daniel?"

"No!" Madelyn replied.

"Then why do tears well up in your eyes?" he questioned.

Madelyn struggled to find the right words to respond.

But Benjamin gently pressed down on the accelerator, driving the car away.

Madelyn started to sense that something was amiss. They weren't heading home, nor were they on the

usual route to his company.

She couldn't help but ask, "Where are you taking me?"

"To the apartment where we used to live," Benjamin replied.

Madelyn understood his intentions and said, "Benjamin, I'm no longer attached to Daniel. You can't be

so relentless just because of a video."

He remained silent.

As they reached a red light at an intersection, he reached for a cigarette, lighting it lowly as his head

hung low.

"Madelyn, I'm jealous!"

Madelyn was taken aback by his sudden outburst.

When they arrived at the apartment, Madelyn refused to get out of the car.

Benjamin unfastened her seatbelt and leaned in, whispering near her ear, "Will you get out on your

own, or should I carry you?"

Reluctantly, Madelyn got out and walked ahead of him.Benjamin slammed the car door and followed

slowly behind her with a cigarette between his fingers.

Entering the apartment, she turned around to question him, "Benjamin, what exactly..."

Before she could finish, he pressed her against the entryway wall.

Their bodies pressed closely together.

Though they were a married couple, this was far too intense for broad daylight.

Madelyn was taken aback, looking up at him with surprise. "Ben?"

Benjamin gently caressed her delicate face, his voice filled with a rough edge. "There are some

questions I need to ask you."

As he spoke, he reached for his tie and bound her wrists. Then, he tossed her onto the plush couch.

Madelyn struggled to regain her footing and said, "Ben, is this how you ask questions?"

Benjamin half knelt before her and stroked her cheek before giving a chuckle.

He then walked to the liquor cabinet and finally selected two bottles of fine vintage red wine.

This particular type of wine was known to intoxicate without overwhelming the senses, making it perfect

for women at this time.

He removed his jacket, leaving him in nothing but a crisp and appealing white shirt.

With the bottles in hand, he approached her, half-kneeling in front of her and elegantly pouring two

glasses of wine.

Madelyn thought he intended to get her drunk and nervously bit her lip. "Benjamin, I will tell you

anything you want to know!"

But he swirled the wine in his glass, his gaze fixed on her. "I want to hear the truth."

Then he drank about half of his glass.

His Adam's apple moved up and down with a captivating masculinity.

Madelyn was caught.

She parted her red lips slightly, her voice husky and seductive. "Ben..."

Seizing the moment, he kissed her, sharing the flavorful wine with her.

Madelyn resisted for a moment, tilting her head back, but he continued to press his body against hers.

The red wine stained her fair skin, leaving behind delicate crimson specks.

Benjamin irresistibly leaned in, his lips brushing against hers as he murmured, "If you take another sip,

I'll ask you."

Madelyn couldn't bear it and let out a soft cry. "Ben, please don't do this."

He took the wine glass and held it to her lips, coaxing her to drink obediently.

She resisted, but he persisted, continuing to coax and feed her.

Madelyn cried and protested, but it was in vain.

Half an hour later, Madelyn felt as if she were immersed in the intoxicating effects of the wine.

Benjamin nibbled on her earlobe from behind, a twinge of dissatisfaction in his voice. "Am I more

handsome, or is Daniel?"

Madelyn wanted to sleep, but he wouldn't allow it.

Clinging to his neck, her voice on the verge of tears, she responded, "You win."

Benjamin continued, "Did you have sex?"

His question caught him off guard, and he realized that this was what he had truly wanted to ask all

along.

Madelyn tried to gather her thoughts but failed.

She kissed him back and answered, "Ben, why did you stop kissing me?"

He held her chin, not allowing her to move.Her eyes were moist with sensual lust which she hadn't

shown for a long time, as she always appeared calm during sex.

Beads of sweat dripped from Benjamin's forehead. The heat between them made Madelyn want to cry

out.

He tightly gripped her slender waist and asked again.

Madelyn blinked lightly and murmured, "We've kissed, but nothing more!"

Benjamin suddenly embraced her, burying his face in her neck.

They remained silent for a long time before he softly asked, "And now... do you still... like him?"

Madelyn seemed to have sobered up.

She gently caressed his warm neck and replied, "No, I don't have any feelings for him now."

Benjamin began to kiss her again.

His touch was gentle and deliberate, slowly melting her resistance.

With tender strength, he lifted her in his arms and carried her towards the bedroom.

As their desire intensified, the red wine stained the bedsheet.

It had been a long time since Benjamin had felt such a fiery intensity. He wanted their love to burn like

this until they grew old together.

When Madelyn woke up, she found herself in a dimly lit, eerily quiet bedroom, lying on her side on a

pillow.

She still remembered the fervent love that Benjamin had bestowed upon her and how she had eagerly

tried to please him.

The red wine had unfrozen her once cold heart, leaving her emotions tangled in a chaotic mess.

The bedroom door creaked open, allowing a sliver of light to filter in.

Benjamin walked in and gently pinched her cheeks, "Do you want to get up? Everest has asked for you

several times."

Madelyn glanced at him and rose from the bed, clutching the blanket around her.

Benjamin leaned his forehead against hers affectionately and whispered, "Let's go home first, okay?"

He walked into the closet, selected an outfit for her, and even helped her get dressed.

Though she was irritated, she found herself pleased.

After all, they were a married couple.

Madelyn brushed her chestnut-colored long hair and gently warned him, "No more alcohol, Ben.

Promise me."

Benjamin rested his chin on her shoulder and made a soft hmm sound.

Today was a special situation, and normally he would never displease her.