Chapter 612


    The More the Merrier Chapter 612


    You Have So Many Admirers


    Benjamin’s gaze sharpened more with anger.


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    Kingsley calmly averted his gaze. I didn’t mean anything by it. Everyone likes looking at pretty things


    and people. Benjamin is just overreacting.


    Shaun’s gaze was darting between both the men with amusement, then paused on Arissa’s face briefly.


    “Mrs. Graham does look pretty.”


    Arissa was speechless at hispliment, knowing his intention, but still replied, “Thank you.”


    The creases on Benjamin’s forehead deepened as he shot both of them a warning nce. He


    suppressed his displeasure by pressing his lips into a line.


    All the kids looked up at Arissa with wide smiles.


    “Mommy is the prettiest angel.”


    Jasper was a sweet talker.


    There was a spark in Oliver’s eyes too. “Mommy got a lot of looks from passersby when she walked on


    the street. All the foreigners were staring at her.”


    Benjamin’s face darkened another shade at Oliver’s admission. He shot a re at the smile on Arissa’s


    face.


    “Yeah, a lot of men like Mommy,” Jesse concluded proudly.


    Benjamin’s face was already as ck as a kettle.


    Kingsley and Shaun both caught the change in Benjamin’s expression and were amused by it.


    Gavin and Tim nced at Benjamin instinctively. When they realized he was jealous, theyughed


    silently.


    You’ll regret it if you don’t hurry up and make Mommy your wife soon.


    Gavin eyed Benjamin with gloat.


    Feeling an intense pressure looming over her, Arissa peeked at the man beside her.


    After Shaun, Kingsley, and the kids got out of the elevator, Benjamin wrapped his arm around her waist


    and whispered into her ear, “You have so many admirers?”


    Hearing the jealously in his tone, a gleam of delight shed across Arissa’s eyes.


    “Why? Do you care?”


    Benjamin narrowed his eyes at her.


    Arissa blinked her eyes innocently and stered an embarrassed smile. “You’re acting like you’re


    jealous.”


    Benjamin scoffed. “I didn’t notice that you have so many admirers.”


    The corner of Arissa’s lips twitched. I’m not ugly.


    “Maybe only good-looking people with faces like yours deserve admiration from others.”


    Benjamin frowned at her response.


    Ignoring him, she released herself from his grip and strode over to the kids to apany Mary.


    Benjamin slid both of his hands into his pockets as he continued to fix his gaze on the slender figure up


    ahead. Well, I care more about her every day.


    In a small suburban area in Northstream, Finley saw Regan had returned and hurriedly went up to him.


    “Have you reported it to the police?”


    Her question reminded Regan, but he was hesitant when the thought of Benjamin shed across his


    mind.


    “Mom, what exactly happened then? Tell me everything.”


    “I was shopping for clothes with your aunt when I bumped into that b**ch. Your aunt thought she was


    there to celebrate your uncle’s birthday. I-I thought she wouldn’t be buying any clothes, so I asked her


    to give us some money to buy them. She just ignored us and went ahead to buy two sets of outfits. We


    thought she bought them for us, so your aunt took them from her, but she snatched them back and


    humiliated us in public. She even had a man beat us up.”


    Finley was so furious that she was breathing heavily.


    Regan’s expression darkened as he helped Finley sit on the couch. “Mom, calm down. Tell me what the


    man looks like.”


    Finley covered her face and yelped in pain briefly before answering, “That man must be a hooligan that


    b**ch found from the streets. He had a few subordinates in ck suits. After hitting me himself, he even


    asked his subordinates to beat me. Oh, Regan! We have to call the police and catch all of them. I can’t


    take this lying down. I don’t believe that little b**ch can get away with it this time.”


    A malicious gleam shone in Finley’s eyes.


    “Mom, tell me what the man looks like.”


    Regan wanted to be sure if the man Finley was referring to was the one he saw.


    With a deep set of frowns, Finley said, “He was tall and muscr, seemed to be close with that little


    b**ch.” His gaze was frightening. With one glimpse at him, I knew he was nothing good.”


    Regan was certain that the man who beat Finley was the man he saw.


    Even Kingsley calls that man Boss. That guy isn’t just an average joe, but I’m not sure who he is. After


    all, I can’t even step foot in Dellmoor’s high society.