Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 06
 

In the evening, Rebecca took Benjamin to her personal physician, one different from their family doctor, who gave him some medication to improve his hunger. No tablets. Only some syrup. However, the doctor took 300 dollars for providing less than ten minutes of her time, which was much more than what Benjamin earned that day from tips working from 10 to 4 on that day.

 

As they were heading home, Rebecca was silent as usual. She was a woman of few words, as though something always ran through her mind.

 

“Rebecca…” Benjamin started a conversation. It was better than being silent, after all. “Today,” he was fiddling with his wedding ring, “one of my coworkers started rubbing my elbow.”

 

Rebecca was startled out of her thoughts, but she put on a poker face.

 

“I told her I’m married, of course,” Benjamin continued. “How can I look at another woman when I have you, right?” he looked into the mirror and could see her pretty doll-like face. He wanted to plant a kiss on her cute cheeks, but he couldn’t dare to do so, not without taking her permission. Since she never even let him touch her, there was just no way she would allow him to kiss her. Hell would freeze over if she were to allow him to kiss tonight, so he didn’t even bother asking.

 

Since Rebecca wasn’t responding to his efforts, Benjamin entered into his begging mode.

 

“Can we have dinner together at a restaurant tonight, please?” he asked in a pitiful tone, like that of a child who was begging his mother to buy him some sweet chocolate. He looked so close to shedding a tear or two. “I won’t ask you to take me anywhere again this whole week.”

 

It sounded like a great deal, so Rebecca felt tempted to agree. These days, Benjamin was talking too much. He was growing more and more desperate for her attention. She knew that. If taking him to a restaurant would calm him down, it was worth trying, she thought.

 

“I’ll think about it,” she said.

 

“Okay,” Benjamin didn’t sound too excited. At least she didn’t reject him, so he wasn’t sad.

 

“By the way, how did you injure your hand?” she asked while glancing at his wedding ring. Unlike him, she didn’t wear the ring.

 

As for the injury, it was the doctor who had noticed Benjamin’s wound, but he didn’t tell the doctor how he suffered the bruise.

 

customers asked me to move their sofas and beds up the stairs, and

 

to move their houseware?” Rebecca couldn’t

 

the most memorable part of the day as I got to help someone who needed

 

brows drew together. “That’s stooping low.

 

“What? Why?”

 

demand money from them for your service, not take whatever tips they throw in your hands. Got

 

to keep silent so

 

bucks, and I’m sure it was

 

not

 

you. Can’t

 

didn’t know what to say. This was what he found difficult to understand about her. She thought of things in her own self-centered perspective and made things difficult for him, straight from that morning when she woke up and found him sleeping next to her in her bed that no other man had ever laid on before that. It was her pride that got hurt the most at that moment,

 

how much he cared for her, but her eyes were still blinded to such things because her ego and pride would have been infinitely bigger than her breasts if they were to be

 

drunk when they had sex on that fated night but because if felt like it happened ages ago. All the hardships he had been experiencing ever since entering Sterling’s villa made him forget not just about that night but even his own name sometimes. He also barely remembered the moment he

 

that little story in his

 

his cheesy chicken pizza with extra toppings. He waited until Rebecca went inside and then hurried over to

 

double, bitch?” he demanded by

 

dollars. All he received in return was Anous’ snickering as he walked away like a crooked

 

was watching all this from a distance. He came over after Benjamin had parked the

 

do you earn through

 

more orders but give less tips, so the more I avoid them, the higher

 

are you saying the lower and the middle class

 

but they always make sure to tip us,” Benjamin replied. “The rich kids just don’t know what we pizza guys go

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