Married to Billionaire after Being Disfigured

His palm was hot, but his movements were light. He slowly moved around as if he was touching a treasure. On a silent night, these actions made Lynn feel that she was touched with love.

She was like a cat, while he was like her owner. Lynn trembled and pulled the hand on her face, but the man was strong, and she could not grab it away.

“Don’t touch me.” Lynn was angry. She grabbed the man’s arm, and Benson felt a sting.

Benson suddenly took his hand back, spread his palms for a few minutes, and then became very serious, “Don’t you have an ugly scar on your face? Why does your whole face feel no scar at all? ”

Not only did there not have any curves but also her face was quite smooth. Did the scar feel like this?

Benson had just touched her face from left to right, and all he felt was the feeling soft and tender.

‘What?’ Lynn suddenly became nervous and squeezed her palm. Shit, she forgot her scar should be felt rough. Was she exposed?Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Where’s your scar?” Benson asked strictly.

Lynn was quite nervous, “Ah… didn’t you see it? I’ve been applying skin cream every day. That scar… of course, that scar has faded a lot. So it won’t be rough when touched.” Lynn made up a reason in such an urgent.

After explaining, the man seemed to not believe it, “Is skin cream so effective?”

“Well, of course. I’ve been applying it since I was a child, and the quantitative change has resulted in a qualitative change. Although you don’t feel any difference when you touch it, the scar is still there. It’s ugly.”

Lynn was nervous, and she didn’t know if Benson would believe it. She wanted to run away while the man was in a daze. However, she underestimated the speed of his reaction. Benson pulled her back at one second.

“Why do you run? Am I so scary, or are you playing hard to get? ”

‘Playing hard to get?’ Lynn was speechless.

During the entanglement, Lynn’s chest was suddenly grabbed by his hand. The man didn’t seem to realize what he had touched. It just felt very strange. He even pinched it again to feel it. It felt so soft, and Benson felt a burst of numbness.

“What is that? It’s soft.”

Lynn lowered her head. The hand was still there. She felt as if her brain had exploded.

“Let go! Who allows you to touch me like this? Pervert!” Lynn was so embarrassed, and she slapped that hand off.

The violent reaction of Lynn made Benson’s brain blank for a few seconds before he realized that he had touched her boob. He was wondering what was that as Lynn was quite slender, and she should not have much flesh.

The room suddenly became quiet, and it was so awkward. It turned out to be a girl’s boob to feel so soft…

Lynn trembled with anger and roared again, “Pervert!”

Benson was stunned by the roar. Lynn ran back to the sofa, pulled up the quilt, and covered her head angrily.

In the dark of the night, Benson spread out the hand that had just committed a “crime,” made a fist, and frowned his eyebrows.

Early in the morning, Melody looked around and talked in a low voice with gorgeous Katrina, “Miss. Black, I already cut her dress as you ordered. She got nothing to wear today. I can’t understand why she is so confident that she dares go to the banquet.”

Katrina was not happy at all. Cutting Lynn’s dress was just taking revenge for the humiliation caused by Lynn. How dared Lynn attend the birthday banquet?

On the thought of Lynn holding Benson’s arm, with her arrogant bun and her head held high in the banquet hall, Katrina was full of hatred in her heart.

A moment later, Katrina’s eyes fell on Chelsea, who was drinking morning tea. She had already planned it and walked towards Chelsea.

Humph, she didn’t believe that Chelsea would allow a notorious woman like Lynn to show up at the birthday banquet.

After sitting down next to her, Katrina smiled and said, “Auntie, is Lynn going to the birthday banquet?”

“She? Why do you say that?” It was clear that Chelsea disagreed with this.

“I went to the clothing store yesterday. I saw that she was selecting a birthday banquet dress. I thought it was auntie who agreed to take her to the birthday banquet to let everyone know her.”

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As the sun set, Chelsea sat in the living room with a stern face. There was movement at the door, and Benson came back. Chelsea looked over and saw her pride, the outstanding son, who was 6. 3 feet tall, holding The Warner Group. He was both handsome and capable. Why did her son marry a girl who was nothing?

Benson could feel Chelsea’s gaze as he walked over, “What’s the matter?”

“I saw that damn girl. She bought clothes for madam’s birthday banquet. She said that she was going to attend the birthday banquet. Are you going to let her go?”

Benson sat down, and his expression was dark, and he said nothing, Chelsea said angrily. “I don’t care what you are thinking. She absolutely can not attend the banquet. You know all people of the Warner family will attend the birthday banquet.”

“Besides, many famous people from the business world and administration will come. If she appears at the banquet, it means that we admit her as our Mrs. Warner.”

Benson leaned back, and his jaw slightly lowered, “Now that the media has exposed that I have married her, what difference does it make?”

Speaking of this, Chelsea was angrier. When she saw the news, she almost fainted with anger. She didn’t know who released the news, and she thought it was to destroy the son she was proud of.

“That’s not the same. Someone deliberately exposing the news doesn’t mean that I will admit that she is my daughter-in-law. If she appears at the birthday banquet tomorrow, it will indeed mean that we have acknowledged her identity.”

Benson raised his chin and did not say anything.

“Your life and her life are different. You can’t spend the rest of your life with her. She is just a small episode in your life. That’s all I have to say. You decide how to do.”

Chelsea got up and glanced at her son. She didn’t know what her son was thinking, and she sorted her shawl and went back into her room.

Benson looked up at the bedroom upstairs. The bedroom door was open, and the lights were on the inside.

His fingers tapped on his knees, and Chelsea’s words passed through his brain one by one.

In the bedroom, Lynn was happily picking a necklace that could match tomorrow’s dress. That was great. She would see Jack tomorrow, and there was hope for grandma’s surgery.

Behind her, Benson said coldly, “Don’t waste your time. You can’t go to tomorrow’s birthday banquet.”

As the necklace slipped off her hand, Lynn suddenly felt extremely disappointed, as if someone had poured cold water on her.