Pampered By My Mr. Lawyer (Benjamin and Madelyn)

Chapter 130 Cleared the Nest for Them

Chapter 130 Cleared the Nest for Them

Madelyn kicked Benjamin angrily, making him wince in pain.

She then grabbed her suitcase and tried to walk away, but Benjamin's long legs caught up with her just

as she was about to open the door.

"Are you really leaving?" Benjamin asked, looking at her with a deep gaze.

Madelyn looked down, her voice soft. "Let me go!"

Lowering his head, Benjamin leaned in toward her, his tone becoming softer. "The Clarks' mansion has

sent food over. Let's have a meal together."

But Madelyn knew this was his trick.

Benjamin always used tenderness to win over women, and it always worked.

Madelyn had once fallen for his "gentle love" again and again, only to find out later that he was playing

around and she was the only one taking it seriously.

A self-deprecating smile emerged.

"I don't want to eat and there's no need!" she said in a firm tone.

Benjamin frowned slightly, but he didn't let go of her hand.

Suddenly, their conflict was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

Madelyn knew who was at the door – who else but Eleanor Bennett?

She sneered, "Benjamin Clark, there are plenty of people who want to have a meal with you, there's no

need to latch on to me!"

Benjamin's face twisted in disgust, and he finally released her hand.

Madelyn took a deep breath and opened the door.

As expected, Eleanor was standing outside with a gift.

She noticed Madelyn's suitcase and her eyes slanted innocently, like a fox.

"Ms. Green, I came to apologize," Eleanor said, her voice laced with guilt.

"It's my fault that you and Ben had a fight. I'm so sorry! "

"Did I... affect your relationship?"

...

Madelyn couldn't help but feel disgusted.

She swiftly grabbed her suitcase and marched towards the elevator, all while Benjamin called out

"Madelyn!" in a displeased manner from behind.

They did have a fight last night.

But today he purposely didn't go to the office and waited for her instead.

He already explained himself and conceded, so why was she being so stubborn?

Madelyn paused, her eyes wet.

She finally realized that she had fallen in love with Benjamin during their time together, but he only saw

her as some form of amusement.

She refused to live with him, cooking and acting like a devoted wife waiting for him to come home.If she

continue to live with him, cook for him and act like a devoted wife waiting for him to come home, that

would be too cheap of her.

That would be too cheap of her!

Madelyn turned around but didn't look at Benjamin.

Instead, she spoke to Eleanor with a cold tone, "Congratulations, Ms. Bennett. Whether it's Morning

Dew, the white dress, or even Benjamin Clark himself, they're all yours. Enjoy it!"

The elevator doors opened.

Madelyn stepped in and threw out another remark.

"I've already cleared the nest for you two!"

...

Benjamin kept staring at the closed elevator doors, his face looking gloomy.

Eleanor stepped forward.

She spoke softly, "Did you two have a fight?"

Benjamin's tone was not friendly in response, "What are you here for?"

But despite his unfriendliness, Eleanor held up the gift box in her hand and said, "I came to apologize

to Ms. Green!"

"No need!"

Benjamin lowered his head to light a cigarette. He took a slow puff and said, "As I said last night, don't

come to me anymore. If you can't figure out something, talk to your confidante or go to see a

psychologist."

Eleanor's face turned pale.

She appeared pitiful enough to make any man feel sorry for her.

"Ben, do you really want to let an unrelated woman ruin our relationship? We have built it up since

childhood!" she pleaded.

"I don't believe you care about her."

...

Benjamin's expression grew even colder.

He said, "Eleanor, it's fine for a woman to put on an act sometimes, but if you try too hard, it just seems

too pretentious!"

As he thought about Madelyn, his heart softened. They were both straightforward people.

When she liked him, her eyes were tender and charming. But when she didn't, she wouldn't hesitate to

say it was over, without dragging it out.

Benjamin was always surrounded by women who adored and pursued him since childhood. And no

one dared to provoke him or throw a tantrum, not even Eleanor when she was angry.

But Madelyn was totally different! He had invited a princess who was not afraid to stand up to him!

He felt upset and angry.

As he returned to his apartment and was about to close the door, Eleanor blocked his way.

He didn't let her in: "Eleanor, we ended it a long time ago!"

...

After a while, she spoke softly.

"If I cancel the engagement with him, Ben, is there any chance for us to be together?"

Benjamin stared at her.

After a long while, he sneered, "What do you think?"

Then he shook off her hands and slammed the door.

It was quiet.

He could hear Eleanor crying outside, but it no longer mattered to him.

As he entered the kitchen, he noticed there were still a few dishes left in the thermal cooker that

Madelyn loved to eat, which he had specifically asked the chef to make for her.

Despite her anger, he was willing to soften his stance and coax her.

But she left without a second thought.

The apartment was now eerily silent.

Benjamin could no longer bear the emptiness.

With an expressionless face, he took the dishes out and dumped them into a trash bag. After changing

his clothes, he tossed the bag into the dumpster downstairs.

To him, she was just a woman - whether she stayed or left, it wouldn't affect him at all.

Benjamin wouldn't waste too much effort on a woman!

*

Madelyn carried her luggage and drove to the small apartment she rented.

It may have been small, but it had everything she needed.

Quickly, she tidied up the place and added some daily necessities to make it feel more like home.

Over the following days, neither Madelyn nor Benjamin reached out to one another. There were no

calls, no texts - nothing.

Madelyn gradually grew accustomed to being alone.

She kept herself occupied in the music room from dawn to dusk, and it was fulfilling.

A week later, Penelope's financing plan finally had a breakthrough.

A property developer named Lincoln Scott had agreed to invest 20 million into the project. Everything

was going well, but he had one condition: he insisted on meeting with another partner.

Penelope shared her concerns with Madelyn, "What if he has ulterior motives?"

Regardless, they agreed to meet with Mr. Scott. To their surprise, he was extremely polite and kind,

even inviting them to dinner.

He was quite the gentleman.

"Ms. Green, I've heard you're an excellent piano teacher. I have a daughter. If you don't mind, I'd like to

bring her to you to see if she has any talent in piano. If she does, she can learn from you in the future."

Well, it sounded perfect.

Penelope gave Madelyn a wink.

Madelyn smiled and shook hands with Lincoln. "Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Scott. Actually, we

should be treating you to dinner."

Lincoln was gracious and signed a precontract agreement on the spot.

Madelyn noticed the payment account was from a newly registered company called "Long Yearning."

Lincoln noticed her expression and smiled meaningfully..

He shook her hand once again and said, "Ms. Waylon, Ms. Green. My wife and I invite you to dinner on

this Saturday. Please don't stand us up."

After that, Lincoln left.

As he sat in his car, he sent a Whatsapp message to Daniel: "It's done, my friend!"

Daniel responded immediately, "Thank you, Lincoln. I'll treat you to dinner tonight."

...

After seeing off Lincoln, Penelope kissed the contract several times.

She said, "Mr. Scott probably only came to see us because of his daughter. Madelyn, you're the hero of

our music studio this time!"

Madelyn ground coffee beans and brewed two cups of coffee.

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Madelyn frowned.

For some reason, she felt like the deal was progressing too smoothly... or unnaturally smooth.

Suddenly, David called.

"Madelyn, care to take me to dinner?" His voice boomed through the phone.