Married to Billionaire after Being Disfigured

Although John was a layman, he also felt that the manuscript paper just now was very professional, and how could she draw casually, how could she draw so well?

“Okay, sister-in-law, I believe you. Grandma likes magnolia flowers the most. Tell me about your conditions.”

“Okay, magnolia flowers, I remember, my condition is that on grandma’s birthday party, you have to let me participate.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The sound of cars came from the yard.

Lynn frowned, it must be Benson back, she had to hurry back to the room, she ate without admitting the mistake. Benson must angry.

“The scum is back, I’ll go upstairs first.”

Lynn went upstairs quickly, and John stared at Lynn’s disappearing back for two seconds.

Sure enough, as soon as Lynn went upstairs, Benson entered.

Benson hooked the car keys and walked to the living room, “What are you doing here?”

John leaned back on the sofa lazily, “Come here to see my sister-in-law, you get married without noticing me, and you don’t have to hide your marriage even from The Warners.”

Benson loosened his tie expressionlessly and glanced upstairs.

“you saw her?”

“No, the maid say that my sister-in-law is too ugly. You are afraid that she will embarrass you, so you locked her in the house to starve her. I don’t have a key to your house, so how could I possibly see her.”

A sharp eye swept over John, and Benson twitched the corner of his mouth.

“Which servant said that?”

The passing servant staggered a bit, her heart beating in her throat.

“Haha, I’m kidding, but my sister-in-law is really the most ugly woman in Los Santos? ”

“You call her down and let me see how ugly she is? ”

“You don’t know, I’m so curious that our most handsome man in The Warners, coupled with the first ugly woman in Los Santos, which can be considered a contribution to society.”

Benson sat down nearby.

“What contribution?”

“The children you will have in the future won’t be too ugly. Your handsome genes are strong, and she can be neutralized no matter how ugly she is. You said that my sister-in-law is so ugly. If she meet an ugly man and give birth to a child, it will probably be unbearable. As you can see, you have contributed a lot.”

Benson’s face instantly froze an octave, “Get out.”

John sensed the danger.

“Just kidding, if my sister-in-law doesn’t show it today, then I won’t watch it. Anyway, I will definitely see her at grandma’s birthday party.”

Throwing down the words, John walked away sullenly.

Birthday party, Benson remembered that his grandmother’s birthday was coming up. Logically, everyone in the family would have to attend.

Benson sat for a while, went upstairs, opened the bedroom door, and it was pitch black.

He raised his hand to turn on the light.

The dark gray bed was bulging.

Benson walked over. Lynn was well fed, asleep, and breathing shallowly.

Did she really not eat for a day? Benson noticed that the upper half of Lynn’s face seemed to be thinner than when he left in the morning.

No, how could a vicious and poisonous woman starve herself.

What’s more, John had been here, and he wouldn’t be willing to leave without seeing her.

Benson gently pulled Lynn’s quilt away. Her pajamas were looser, and it was impossible to tell if her stomach was full just by looking at it. Benson stretched out his hand and approached Lynn’s stomach little by little.

As soon as the hand touched it, the sleeping woman suddenly grabbed a hand indiscriminately, and there were words in her mouth.

“Bad man, dare to touch me, I will kill you.”

Benson abruptly withdrew his hand, but there was a bloodstain on the back of his hand.

was this woman pretending to be asleep? The bad guy she just scolded, he couldn’t help but compare it to himself.

But Lynn groped for the quilt in a daze, wrapped herself in the quilt and continued to sleep, not like pretending to sleep.

Benson’s brows loosened a bit. It seemed that this woman was just talking in her sleep, but how could her words in her dream be like scolding him?

Although he didn’t touch her stomach, but it looked flat, Benson walked out with a dark face and called the servant next to him.

“Did she have dinner today?”

Servant was afraid that Benson could see through everything, and quickly lowered her head in a guilty conscience.

“No, without your permission, we will not dare to feed the Young lady.”

Benson sank his black eyes, as if judging whether the servant was telling the truth.

In just a few seconds, the servant felt like she was about to collapse, and when she was about to admit the truth, Benson spoke up.

“Let’s do some supper and wake her up to eat and sleep.”

After the servant was stunned for a moment, Young Master actually agreed to let Young lady eat!

The servant turned to go to the kitchen, her heart beating fast. It was great, Master Young didn’t realize the lie, and she almost told the truth.

“Stop, if she asks the reason, say starving her would damage The Warners’ reputation,” Benson added mercilessly.

After speaking, he turned around and went to the study, and started to handle official business.

Lynn slept soundly, her shoulders were gently shoved, she opened her eyes in confusion, a servant stood next to her, and put a few dishes.

“Joyce, is something wrong?”

“Young lady, it’s time for supper.”

Lynn sat up in a daze, rubbing her belly, which was still full. She ate a lot of dinner, and she wasn’t hungry yet.

Joyce looked at the door and spoke softly.

“Young lady, eat as much as you want, or if Young Master finds out that you have secretly eaten dinner, we will all suffer.”

Looking at the exquisite supper next to her, Lynn was stunned and had no appetite at all.

No, she suddenly woke up, she can eat without apologizing now?

“Is this what Benson told you to do?”

“Yes.”

Lynn couldn’t figure it out, “How could he be so kind.”

“Master Young said that starving you to death would damage The Warners’ reputation.”

Lynn, “…”

Sure enough, didn’t hold any hope for this man.

An hour later, the servant came to clear the dishes.

Lynn was depressed, but she was to full. While walking around the house, she took out her mobile phone and searched for the pattern of magnolia flowers on the Internet.

She was going to make a magnolia flowers brooch for Vecchia Signora. Benson deliberately stayed in the study for a long time, but what he didn’t expect was that when he returned to the bedroom, Lynn hadn’t slept yet.

She was at her desk, sketching the pattern of the brooch, her long jet-black hair draped over her back, and she was wearing pale pink pajamas, looking full of girlishness.

Benson came over, a purple magnolia flowers brooch pattern, printed into his eyes, this woman could still design?