Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 892: Successful Reservation for Tomorrow’s Headline

Chapter 892: Chapter 892: Successful Reservation for Tomorrow’s Headline

Arriving at Rose Valley, Benjamin Jones carried Alice back to the villa. Catherine Ford wanted to see Mary Scott off, but Mary had already jumped out of the car. "I live just over there, it’s really close. Thank you both for today."

After speaking, Mary waved at Catherine and the others, then walked away toward her place.

Catherine had more to say, but when she saw Mary’s fragile yet stubborn figure disappearing into the distance, she merely sighed and followed Benjamin.

Benjamin heard Catherine’s sigh. "Why are you sighing?"

"You tell me, how could Director Locke leave such a beautiful woman stranded in the middle of nowhere?" Catherine muttered, her impression of the famous top director plummeting to rock bottom.

"Probably had an argument." Benjamin replied carelessly, clearly uninterested in other people’s emotions or experiences.

"An argument means it’s okay to abandon your wife on a desolate road in the middle of winter?" Catherine suddenly flared up upon hearing Benjamin’s indifferent response.

Benjamin immediately adjusted his attitude. "Of course it isn’t."

Catherine shot Benjamin a deep look and then took Alice from his arms, turning to head toward her own villa without another word.

Benjamin panicked and quickly followed. "Catherine, where are you going?"

"Obviously to my place." Catherine threw back the answer without even turning her head.

The two villas were close to each other, and Catherine reached the front door swiftly. She unlocked it with her fingerprint and stepped inside. Just as she was about to kick the door shut, Benjamin blocked it with his large hands.

Catherine didn’t bother with him and headed straight to the bedroom to settle Alice.

Having played all afternoon, Alice was fast asleep, not even stirring when Catherine undressed her.

Once Alice was settled comfortably, Catherine went to the bathroom to wet a towel with warm water and gently cleaned Alice’s face and hands. Only then did she finally turn to the man leaning against the doorframe. "It’s getting late; you should head back and rest early."

Benjamin heard the cold tone and stepped forward. "Are you angry?"

"No." Actually, Catherine wasn’t sure if she was truly angry. She just felt stifled inside, restless with some indescribable unease. Maybe she was empathetically upset, seeing how even a famous star like Mary was in such a passive position in her relationship. Was this a glimpse into her own future someday?

"Still claiming you’re not angry?" Benjamin moved closer and wrapped an arm around Catherine, holding her partly in his embrace. "Don’t worry, I will never treat you like that."

"Humph, who knows?" Catherine huffed, her thoughts pierced by his words. Thinking back to his earlier indifference, she felt annoyed.

"I promise on my honor." Benjamin made a mock pledge, raising his hand in a solemn gesture, which secretly amused him. When had he ever gone this far for someone? Still, seeing Catherine’s gradually softening demeanor made it worth the effort.

Catherine glanced back at Benjamin, saw his earnest expression, and thought of his identity and the humility he was showing to comfort her. Her mood improved visibly, and she responded with a slightly proud tone, "Fine, I’ll reluctantly believe you."

"So reluctant," Benjamin said with a teasing smile, rubbing his stubbled chin against her cheek.

Catherine squirmed from the ticklish sensation, reaching to push him away but somehow ended up leaning against his chest. Meeting Benjamin’s fiery gaze and thinking about his passion last night and her own indulgence, her heartbeat skipped. Remembering Alice asleep nearby, she quickly shoved him away. "You should go back."

But Benjamin couldn’t bear to leave. They were newly together, caught in the most intense stages of infatuation. Every second away from her felt unbearable. With his long arms, he pulled her closer. "I’ll stay with you two tonight."

Catherine’s face burned at his words. Embarrassed, she turned to check on Alice, who was fast asleep. She shot Benjamin an annoyed look. "Alice is still here. What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I’ve never spent the night with Alice before. As her father, I should be here with my child. What’s wrong with that? Unless... what’s really on your mind?" Benjamin asked slyly.

Catherine’s response was a silence filled with incredulity. "..." She couldn’t shake the feeling that this man was doing it on purpose.

"Alright then, go get ready for bed. I’ll go grab some pajamas. Wait for me." Benjamin said as he headed outside.

Catherine stood there, stunned, watching him close the door behind himself. It took her quite a while to realize—did she just agree to this? That conniving man!

No matter whether she agreed or not, Benjamin was already preparing. With no other choice, Catherine went to get ready. Yet, as she stood in the bathroom, her thoughts were consumed by the idea of him spending the night with her and Alice. She was only brought back to reality by the buzzing of her phone.

Glancing at the caller ID, she picked up. "Dad, why are you calling so late?"

"Sis, it’s me!" Gabriel Ford’s hurried voice came through. Then came the complaints: "Sis, what have you been so busy with? I’ve called you multiple times, and you didn’t answer!"

"Ah, I didn’t hear. What’s the matter?" Catherine checked her phone and saw several missed calls.

Gabriel didn’t bother arguing further and got straight to the point. "Sis, did you know Foster Newman was arrested?"

"What? What happened?" Catherine was surprised. She hadn’t heard a thing about it.

"You didn’t know? Apparently, he was arrested for doing drugs. And Village Chief Newman got caught for embezzling funds meant for village aid programs. He’s been removed and is under investigation. The entire village is buzzing with the news!" Gabriel reported with excitement.

Catherine was stunned. How could it be such a coincidence that both Newman father and son ran into trouble at the same time?

Gabriel wasn’t done. "Sis, do you still keep in touch with Kyle Carter, that disgusting creep? You wouldn’t believe what he did! He swapped out donated supplies meant for an orphanage for cheap goods and made the orphans work under the guise of ’hand-based skill-building.’ He got fined and fired by the school, and Nancy Newman is suing him for divorce. Pure karma, right? Sis, couldn’t this be the universe’s way of punishing bad people?"

Catherine felt certain these incidents were no coincidence but the result of some deliberate action behind the scenes. Just then, Benjamin returned with his toiletries and pajamas. Seeing Catherine busy on the phone, he headed directly to the neighboring bathroom.

Catherine stared at his retreating figure, her thoughts distracted from her brother’s endless chatter about karma and retribution. Gabriel eventually brought up another question, "Sis, are you coming home for the New Year this year? Dad and Mom said they really miss you."

"I’ll think about it." Catherine hadn’t made up her mind about returning home. She didn’t blame her parents, but their years of negligence had left lasting wounds.

And now, with the scandals surrounding the Newman family and Kyle Carter, the village must be ablaze with gossip. She didn’t care much, but she didn’t want Alice to be caught up in the drama.

After ending the call, Catherine shut the bathroom door and took a shower. When she came out, Benjamin was wiping his hair dry, standing at the bedroom doorway. Seeing Catherine with her damp hair, he gestured to her with a beckoning wave. "Come here, I’ll dry it for you."

Catherine seemed momentarily spellbound by his gesture and obediently followed him out of the bedroom.

Benjamin had already retrieved the hairdryer and gently guided Catherine to sit on the sofa. Catherine tilted her head up. "I can do it myself."

"I’ve never dried anyone’s hair before, but they say good men always dry their girlfriends’ hair. Let me give it a try." Benjamin would never admit he had been curious about the romance clichés in the novels on Catherine’s desk while retrieving his pajamas and had decided to imitate one.

Catherine, who had reached to take the blow dryer herself, paused at his words. Intrigued, she looked up at Benjamin. Seeing him awkwardly clear his throat, she couldn’t help but feel a spark of anticipation in her heart. Maybe she was bewitched—but she nodded.

Benjamin, seeing her relaxed, clumsily threaded his fingers through her damp locks and began drying them one section at a time.

Night deepened. The living room grew quiet, except for the hum of the hairdryer. Catherine, who had been anxious moments ago about Mary and Director Locke’s incident, suddenly felt soothed. At this moment, she thought she could spend her life with Benjamin. Tilting her head slightly, she gently brushed her cheek against his hand.

Benjamin felt the ticklish sensation and steadied her head with his other hand. "Be good. Stay still. You’ll be done soon."

His voice had gained a husky edge without him realizing it.

The sound sent shivers through Catherine, softening her heart. Impulsively, she turned to face him, rising slightly to kiss his lips.

Benjamin froze momentarily before tossing the hairdryer aside and taking charge.

...

Night fell even deeper.

Mary Scott stood outside her villa, gazing at the darkened home. Her emotions felt colder than the winter night.

With a deep breath, she entered the villa, gathered all her personal documents, and grabbed her shoulder bag, intending to leave. At that moment, a tall figure suddenly emerged from the bedroom.

Mary froze. She had thought the villa was empty since the lights were off, assuming Dobbin Locke wasn’t home. Yet, remembering their argument and his series of malicious acts, she resolved there was no point in further entanglement, treating him as if he didn’t exist as she walked toward the door.

David Locke, noticing her motion, strode forward and grabbed her bag. "Where are you going?"

"Leaving this place. Are you blind?" The winter night was bone-chilling, and though Mary had been in Catherine’s car briefly, walking back to her villa left her shivering and reminded her of the coldness in her heart.

She should have never held onto false hope for this man.

"Heh, even if you don’t care about your reputation, should you at least consider mine? If the media catches you walking out like this, guess what they’ll write about me?" His words could not mask his true intentions of trying to keep her around, yet they were infuriatingly harsh. After speaking, he pressed his lips into a thin line, but to Mary, his demeanor made him all the more detestable.

Mary took a deep breath. "Don’t worry. I’ll make sure the media knows we have nothing to do with each other..." She paused briefly before continuing, "Dobbin Locke, I want a divorce."

She had thought she didn’t care about romantic sweetness anymore, but seeing Abigail Green with Brandon Piers and Catherine Ford with Benjamin Jones today, she suddenly felt utterly pathetic. Why should she continue torturing herself in a relationship devoid of hope?

Those impulsive urges years ago now felt like a dreadful mistake.

David hadn’t expected Mary to open with a request for divorce. Rage welled up inside him, and he forcefully shoved Mary onto the couch. "Divorce? So this whole act today was just a setup for this? What, you don’t need me anymore? Used me up and now plan to divorce? Or maybe, like the last time, you’ve already lined up someone new?"

Mary was livid. "Who used who, huh? Back then, it was you insisting on getting married and going public! Did I beg you to do any of it?"

*Huff!*

Mary was utterly exasperated. She couldn’t fathom why David had become so unreasonable!

"Ha! So you think I deserved all this? That it’s all my fault, my own doing?" David sneered coldly.

Mary took a deep breath, unwilling to prolong the interaction. She dodged around him to leave but was restrained again. Frustrated, she burst out, "What more do you want? If we’re so miserable together, why not end it? Besides, we were never really ’together.’"

"Ha, you make it sound so easy." David’s mocking laugh came as he bore into her—not understanding how she remained so disturbingly indifferent.

So to her, what did he amount to?

Mary’s chest tightened at the biting words, but she composed herself outwardly. "It’s the truth, isn’t it? Isn’t that right, Director Locke?"

"You... Fine, very fine indeed! If you want to leave, then get out!" David finally snapped, shouting angrily.

Ten years ago, he couldn’t keep her. Ten years later, why bother?

Mary froze momentarily when she heard the word "get out." Her heart sank even deeper. Considering the scandals swirling around him in recent weeks, her eyes reflected a trace of disdain as she met his gaze. "Fine, I’ll leave."

Given their status discrepancy, her presence in his life was nothing short of a joke.

The budding youthfulness they once shared was long eroded. What she once sought to mend might never be what he desired—and perhaps, from the very beginning, his marriage to her was just a calculated humiliation.

After all, she was the one who left him first.

This bitter result was hers to bear—as she herself brewed it.

Mary staggered to her feet, collecting her scattered belongings, unwittingly forced a faint smirk for him. "Let me know when the date is finalized."

With that, her steps grew unsteady as she approached the door. David’s eyes caught sight of her frail figure heading out, and instinctively, he reached to stop her. Yet his hand missed as she moved away and continued outside. Finally desperate, he shouted hoarsely, "Stop right there!"

Mary carried on, seemingly heedless.

"Aren’t you afraid of reporters photographing you alone at this hour and spouting nonsense?" David rushed toward her.

Mary turned her head calmly to face him. "Rest assured, I know how to avoid them."

With that, she opened the door and disappeared into the night.

David hesitated, then moved to follow. But her resolute figure reminded him of ten years ago—when she had been just as indifferent and ruthless. Unable to restrain his fury, he bellowed, "Fine! Get the hell out of here, damn it! Don’t ever show your face to me again!"

With that, he slammed the door with such force that the entire floor seemed to ripple.

The deafening sound of closing startled Mary and left her frozen temporarily. Afterward, she tilted her head upward, determined her tears wouldn’t fall. He told her to leave—the least she could do was not disappoint him!

Yet a bittersweet ache gnawed inside her the longer she thought about this. Her eyes stung, no cold wind rivaling the chill gripping her heart.

Sparing one final glance toward tightly shut villa door ghosts haunting all diurnally empty duration shared Dobbin Locke soon Rosinned.-->

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