Chapter 23 Video Call
Pollard quickly caught on and said, "Benoit, you must be at Clancy Villa!"
Benoit didn't respond and just asked, "What's the matter?"
"Where is Queenie?"
"Queenie? What's up?" Benoit deepened his voice.
Pollard had always been afraid of majestic Benoit, his eldership. Hearing the cold voice, Pollard tensed up and even had the illusion of harassing Benoit's wife!
But then Pollard thought, 'I am an adult, and there is nothing wrong with talking to my girlfriend.'
He said shyly, "Benoit, I miss Queenie. We found some special cultural relics here today, and I want to share them with Queenie."
When it came to archeology, Pollard's eyes lit up.
"Oh, Benoit, where is Queenie? What is she doing? Why is her phone here?"
"Queenie is taking a bath."
When Benoit finished speaking, a woman's voice came from the phone.
"Pollard! Hurry up! There is another discovery!"
Pollard was overjoyed and promptly said, "Benoit, bye! I'll hang up."
Pollard quickly hung up the phone and followed his companion to see the new discovery in a hurry.
Benoit stared at the dimmed screen and smiled.
What a fool.
Pollard saw he answered Queenie's phone wearing a bathrobe but realized nothing.
If it were him, he would have directly flown to handle that man!
When Benoit chuckled and was about to put down Queenie's phone, Queenie walked out of the bathroom and looked at him in confusion.
"Who called just now?"
Benoit was startled and suppressed his teasing expression instantly, revealing a somewhat lonely appearance.
"Ahem..."
He coughed twice, looked at Queenie with a gloomy expression, and said honestly, "It was Pollard. He said he missed you."
Queenie's heart missed a beat.
Her feeling was inexpressible.
There was a little embarrassment.
Benoit lowered his head and apologized, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have answered your phone without permission. I just saw that it was Pollard, and I was curious about what he wanted to tell you, so I couldn't help but answer it.
"Queenie, I'm sorry. I'm too unconfident and always worried that when Pollard comes back, you will dislike and divorce me since I'm disabled."
Queenie walked over and gently held Benoit's hands, saying, "I won't. Since we got married, I'll accompany you forever. Don't think too much. You're a good husband."
"Really?" Benoit gave another two fake coughs.
Queenie nodded.
Benoit also held her hands and said deliberately, "Pollard seemed to be excited, saying there was a major archaeological discovery and wanting to share it with you. However, a girl happened to ask him to see another discovery. Then he hung up the phone. Queenie, if you like archeology, I can also learn it and talk with you."
"No, I don't like it!" Queenie's expression changed immediately, with a bit of sarcasm.
She never liked archeology.
But Pollard was obsessed with archeology. Out of respect for her boyfriend, Queenie was willing to listen to his sharing.
What about him?
As soon as the girl asked Pollard to see the new discovery, he immediately hung up to study the new discovery, leaving Queenie upset.
Sometimes it took several days before he thought of the call he had made before and called her back.
Once, Queenie hinted to Pollard that this girl disturbed them too much, but Pollard smiled and said Queenie was jealous and didn't take her words seriously.
Looking at Queenie's reaction, Benoit smiled secretly.
Queenie helped Benoit to bed after drying her hair, then took off her robe and lay beside him.
Benoit hugged her in his arms and put his chin on her shoulder, saying, "Why don't you wear that nightgown? Queenie, it looked good on you."
Queenie pressed her face against Benoit's chest, and she was too ashamed to raise her head. She said falteringly, "It's wet."
Benoit lowered his head to kiss her on the cheek. "Then buy a few more with my money. Queenie, I want to take back what I just said."
Queenie suddenly raised her head nervously. "What?"
Benoit gave her another kiss between her eyebrows. "I said you don't have to please me. But Queenie..."
Queenie's ears were hot, and she heard Benoit's deep voice.
"You can please me in that kind of nightgown more often. I like it."
Queenie blushed, but when she realized what Benoit wanted to do, she stopped him immediately.
"No!"
Benoit paused. "Why?"
"You just coughed! Benoit, you are not in good health. Do you remember the night in Clancy Villa and the wedding night? We can't do it too frequently. You have to take care of yourself."
"It doesn't matter. I'm not disabled in sex." Benoit lowered his head and continued to kiss her.
But Queenie couldn't take it. She hastily grabbed Benoit's hands and said, "Mr. Clancy, you said you would respect me!"
Benoit stopped and looked at Queenie resignedly. "Okay, I respect you."
Then he bit her lip.
"You called me Mr. Clancy just now, so I have to punish you!"
After saying that, he hugged Queenie into his arms and said in a muffled voice, "Sleep."
Holding her to sleep was his final compromise.
With the warm and soft body in his arms, Benoit felt the previous twenty-nine years were meaningless.
He regretted not snatching her earlier.
Since the year Queenie came into his world, she should have belonged to him!
The next day, when Queenie had just arrived at the office, some male colleagues made fun of her.
"Wow, Queenie. The number of your votes is unmatched!"
"Yeah. Queenie, you should treat us to a meal to congratulate it! What about inviting us to your new home for a meal? We haven't seen your husband yet."
Queenie felt somewhat embarrassed. She wasn't sure whether Benoit would like to invite so many people home, so she politely declined colleagues' booing.
"I'll invite you guys later. The voting isn't over yet!"
The two male colleagues who saw Queenie getting into the luxury car yesterday exchanged glances meaningfully and said nothing.
Queenie had a first class, so she went to the classroom early.
As soon as she left, a female colleague in the office started the discussion.
"Hey, did you two really see her husband yesterday? Was he really in a wheelchair?"
The colleague who had pursued Queenie before said while collating the documents on the table, "Didn't you see her guilty look? If her husband has no problem, why didn't she dare to let us see him?"
"You're right. Oh, what a pity. Why did such a beautiful woman marry a disabled man?"
"It must be because of money. I guess that man is over forty! She would rather marry a rich man, sitting in a luxury car and serving an old man while crying, than date teachers like us who earn poor salaries," The male colleague said sourly.
The female teacher who just asked the question pursed her lips.
To be honest, she would not choose a teacher as her husband as well.
After all, a teacher's poor salary was just a drop in the bucket if she wanted to buy a house downtown.
Soon, Queenie finished her first English class.
When Queenie walked out of the classroom, Macy ran over, panting with her mobile phone.
"Queenie! Queenie!"
