CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 1577

Ben stared at the plate of orange slices.

Jamie instinctively reached out to take the plate away. "Your Uncle Ben doesn't eat-"

"Thank you, Charlie. I happen to feel like having some oranges," he interrupted smoothly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Jamie froze for a moment.

Wasn't Ben known for being picky, never touching food that didn't look perfect? And he rarely ate anything prepared outside his own kitchen.

While Jamie stood there, still surprised, Ben casually ate two pieces of the unevenly cut orange slices and even went as far as to compliment Charlie. "You cut these very well."

As Charlie beamed with pride, Jamie could only look at the plate of roughly cut orange slices in disbelief, unable to muster a single word of praise.

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A little while later, after sending Charlie off to play in his room, Jamie sat down across from Ben. "You're here for something, aren't you?"

"You don't have to treat me so coldly," Ben replied.

"And how should I treat you?" Jamie shot back sharply, her gaze unwavering.

Ben's expression darkened.

I didn't mean to make this difficult," Jamie muttered, lowering her

now," Ben said, shifting the topic. "Wilfred came to see me yesterday

lit up with surprise and

it came with its risks. Schools weren't as controlled as home, where every bump and bruise could be avoided. Jamie had always been overly cautious, even after Charlie's surgery, and found it hard to break

terrified of something

her a few printed documents. "These are the options. Take a look and see which one you like. We can contact them for

took the

carefully. It

for her to notice that Ben had already pre-screened the schoots, each one meticulously selected. It was impossible to miss the effort he had

her tone became gentler. "This

school, lunchtime

lingered, talking a bit more about

Weren't all those

should head out. Once you're ready, let me know.

She didn't object to his suggestion. After all, Ben was Charlie's

running out of his

leaving? Stay and eat with us!" Charlie tugged at Ben, refusing

wasn't far from the living room, and the door had been

glanced subtly at Jamie, then said gently, "Charlie, Uncle Ben can't