Married to Billionaire after Being Disfigured

“Hiss.”

Stabbed, Lynn withdrew her hand, a bead of blood dripping from it.

Somehow, seeing the bead of blood coming out of Lynn’s rosy finger pulp, Benson also felt like he had been pricked too.

Lynn pulled out a piece of tissue to wipe the blood off and yawned. Then she continued to mend the dress.

Beside her, Benson looked down at her head and tightened his fists constantly, thinking, ‘This woman challenges my patience again and again. Why does she stay all night to mend a poor dress?’

Benson opened the drawer, took a card and tossed it on the table.

“Take this card and buy another one tomorrow. Sleep now.”

The card rolled over and Lynn dazed for a moment. Then she picked it up and turned it around at her fingertips. It was a VIP card. Looking at her careful gaze at the card, Benson sneered. It turned out that she wanted him to do that. The reason why she worked so hard was to ask for money. He thought she was such a greedy woman.

“You’re so generous, but keep the VIP card for yourself. Although I’m not rich enough, I won’t ask anyone for money. The reason why I mend this dress isn’t because I can’t afford it, but because I haven’t worn it yet, so it’s not worth throwing it.”

Lynn weighed the card and pushed it back to Benson generously.

Benson frowned, not expect her to do that. Then he turned away.

“I think it’s enough for you, right?”

Then, with a click, the room lit up as he turned on all the lights.

Lynn was shocked.

“Aren’t you going to sleep? You won’t be able to sleep anymore since you turn on the lights.”

Benson sat on the edge of the bed with his back turned to her straightly.

“I’ve already been awakened by you.”

Lynn rolled her eyes and dazed for two seconds, then she turned to speed up.

Finally, she was done an hour later, and there was no trace of the broken parts. The golden flower looked obvious on the chest, adding a sense of color difference to the dress.

Benson still sitting there and playing his phone expressionlessly.

Lynn felt a little guilty, so she reminded in a low voice, “Go to sleep now.”

Then she went to turn off the lights and lay down on the sofa.

She was so tired that she fell asleep after a while.

But after sleeping for some time, Lynn always felt a chill on her head, as if a wind was blowing straight into it.

Getting up to sneeze, she looked at the French windows, outside of which was hazy outside. The windows weren’t closed.

Then she got off the sofa to close them.

But when she was about to close them, a strange thing happened. A hand suddenly reached out to grab her wrist and a white figure appeared in front of her soon.

Lynn was so frightened that she almost sat on the ground. With one of her slippers scared to be off, she was about to run back with one bare foot.

“Ah, there’s a ghost. Help… Help.”

Although she didn’t believe in ghosts and gods, she was so frightened that her heart beat really fast after being scared at such night. ‘Could it be that I was acting as a ghost in the hotel last night that I’m haunted?’

Benson, who caught her, frowned.

He wondered if she was trying to alarm the entire villa with such a loud voice.

Besides, she was really ignorant. There were no ghost in this world at all. He had been sobered up and felt inexplicably irritable.

Ever since marrying Lynn, his life that had already been planned seemed to deviate little by little. The reason why he came to the balcony was just to regain his consciousness and corrected it in time.

“It’s me.”

It was a somewhat familiar male voice.

Lynn covered the heart that was about to come out of her throat and raised her head. Blinking her eyes, she leaned over to take a closer look at the outline of the man’s face.

Benson turned his head away as he was annoyed by Lynn’s face.

“What an ignorant woman. There are no ghosts in this world.”

Recognizing it was Benson, Lynn rubbed her chest and relaxed. As he was almost scared her to death, she blamed him.

“What are you doing at the balcony at night? Why don’t you sleep? It’s scary.”

When she hadn’t slept, he had wanted to sleep. Now after the lights are turned off, he didn’t sleep but come here to blow the cold wind and scare her. She wondered if he had been out of mind.

“Isn’t it much better if I could scare you to death. In that case, I won’t have you as my ugly wife anymore.”

That was what Mike and his men had described Lynn last night.

Lynn was mad at his words, not knowing why he was so mean to her. After all, she was almost scared to death.

She was speechless.

Benson stepped in and casually leaned against the wall, staring at her.

“Hmph, if I’m scared to death, I’ll haunt you every night, and make this place a haunted house, making you unable to sleep at night until die. Okay, let’s stop talking and go to bed now.”

Lynn yawned and rubbed her eyes. Just as she turned to leave, but Benson didn’t let go of the hand that was holding her.

Although Lynn had stepped out, she was staggered and pulled back.

Benson thought, ‘I must be spellbound. Lynn spoke so viciously. She even said she wouldn’t let go if she was a ghost.’

The two of them were silent for a few seconds. The moonlight outside faintly shone on Lynn’s face, and the scent of the bath on her body was surprisingly fragrant as if hypnotizing Benson.

Lynn was depressed while Benson’s fingertips were gently rubbing the smooth skin of her wrist.

“What kind of shower gel are you using? It smells good.”Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Benson recalled some extra pink bottles and jars in the bathroom, but he couldn’t remember what brands they were because he didn’t even pick them up to take a look.

Lynn felt unbelievable because the reason why Benson kept grabbing her waist was that he thought her shower gel smelled good.

“It’s papaya-flavored. I’ve always been using the shower gels of that flavor. You can also use it if you like. It’s a lot, anyway.”

The papaya shower gel could not only clean the skin, but also has a good emollient effect. Besides, its smell was fragrant, so it was Lynn’s favorite.

“What else are you going to do? It’s time to go to bed.” Lynn was confused why he hadn’t let go of her yet.

Suddenly, Benson pulled her closer. Although it was dark, Lynn still felt that his eyes were penetrating, making her uncomfortable.

Benson moved his free hand to her auricle and then slowly moved down to its base. She felt itchy while her legs were a little weak.

There was something wrong with Benson tonight, which made her feel so dangerous. ‘Could it be his revenge for me as I turned on the lights and disturbed his sleep?’

Sensing a strong masculine breath, Lynn turned her head quickly but Benson pulled her back with one hand.

With a slight pull, her mask was torn off.

“Won’t you be suffocated by wearing this thing every day? If so, what should I do then!”

Lynn was speechless.

A cool breeze brushed across her face, and she was dazed that her mask had been ripped off.

Moreover, her ears were gently being kneaded. But fortunately, it was dark here, so Benson wouldn’t see her face clearly.

“How could I be suffocated? Obviously, you don’t understand that. This is very breathable, and I won’t be suffocated even with two.”

Lynn was about to pat the hand that was rubbing her ear, but Benson avoided it subtly. Then he was even bolder to stoke her face.