The More the Merrier

Chapter 106 Pressing On Her Wound

It had been ages since Benjamin last had such a scrumptious home-cooked meal. He devoured the dishes with gusto.

When Arissa saw him gobbling up the food, the corner of her mouth slightly twitched in dissatisfaction as she thought of her kids who were yet to be fed.

She could not help stealing glances at the man.

Benjamin had impeccable table manners and extremely graceful movement.

Noticing Arissa's gaze on him, he glanced back at her.

"What are you looking at?"

At his question, Arissa smiled sheepishly. "Mr. Graham, what do you think of the food?"

"They're okay," Benjamin replied curtly.

Arissa's lips twitched again. Just okay? You look like you'd die for them.

"Mommy, the food is great!" Gavin complimented with a huge grin.

Flashing him a gratified smile, Arissa dotingly tousled his hair.

She proceeded to put more food on his plate. "I'm glad you like them. You can have as much as you like!"

"Thanks, Mommy!" Gavin thanked Arissa happily and ate some more.

Benjamin did not like that Arissa was looking at Gavin with a tender gaze.

"Do you have more pasta?"

Arissa turned to him and replied, "Yes."

"I want another serving!" Benjamin ordered.

Twitching the corner of her lips, Arissa said, "They're in the pot. You may help yourself, Mr. Graham."

Sensing the impatience in her tone, Benjamin let out a snort and complained, "Is this how you treat your boss?"

Amused by his question, Arissa responded, "Mr. Graham, we're off the clock now. I can do whatever I want when I'm not at work!"

"Aren't you afraid that I'd fire you?" Benjamin glared at her.

Arissa shot him a glance. As she met his intense gaze, she quickly averted her eyes.

"Do as you wish. You're the boss anyway."

At her reply, Benjamin knitted his brow.

Is she really not afraid of being fired?

Gavin looked between the both of them. He opened his mouth and said to Benjamin, "Daddy, Mommy was almost kidnapped, and she even had to prepare dinner after she came home. She must be tired. Can't you get it on your own?"

Surprised that Gavin was taking Arissa's side, Benjamin hummed. "Are you hurt?"

Arissa's heart skipped a beat when Benjamin actually expressed concern for her.

Suppressing her excitement, she put on a calm façade and said, “I'm fine."

However, Benjamin noticed the bruise on her forehead right away. His handsome face darkened at that sight.

He did not notice it earlier as the bruise had been concealed by her hair.

Now that he saw it, he believed he had been too lenient toward the offender.

Not knowing the reason behind the sudden change of his expression, Arissa dissed him in her thoughts. What a moody man!

Nevertheless, she took his bowl and refilled it for him.

"Where else did you get hurt?"

Arissa looked at him. "Nowhere."

"What's this, then?"

Suddenly, Benjamin reached out a hand and pressed on the wound on her forehead.

Arissa instantly felt a stab of pain. She drew in a sharp breath and shrank away from his touch at once.

Glowering at him, she complained, "What are you doing?"

A hint of a smile flashed across Benjamin's eyes as he teased, "I thought you said you're not hurt."

Arissa groaned.

On the other hand, Gavin giggled inwardly before putting on a straight face and reprimanded Benjamin, "Daddy, you shouldn't do that. It's painful!" "She said it herself that she wasn't hurt, so I'm testing her out!" Benjamin retorted.

Arissa's mouth twitched slightly at his words.

"Mr. Graham, why don't you finish up your food and bring Gavin home? It's late already."

The kids are still waiting for dinner inside the room.

"Are you chasing me out?"

Benjamin shot Arissa a glance. She seems nervous. The kids can't be home, can they?

Arissa grinned sheepishly as she replied, "Of course not. I'm just saying that it won't look good if you stay too long in a subordinate's home."

"I'm fine with it, though. Thanks for your concern," Benjamin snapped.

Curling her lips, Arissa turned to her food without uttering another word.

For a long while, nobody spoke as they ingested the food.