Chapter 408 Cooking Personally
Benjamin's face was pale. He tugged at the corner of his lips slightly, "It's not your fault."
On the contrary, he wanted to thank Cillian.
Although he only remembered very few fragments, he was already very satisfied.
So that was the scene when he and Sophia first met.
Thinking about this, the corners of his lips unconsciously curved into a faint smile.
Cillian noticed the smile on his lips and almost thought he'd gone crazy from illness.
"Benjamin, don't scare me. If something happens to you, Grandpa and Alaric won't let me off."
Benjamin snapped back to reality and slowly shook his head, "I'm really fine. I just remembered some more scenes."
"Really, what did you remember?" Cillian immediately felt relieved, his eyes brightening as he looked at him.
Benjamin's lips curved into a meaningful smile: "I remembered... when you were five years old, you wet the bed and cried your eyes out the next morning!"
"Impossible, there's no way I wet the bed!"
Cillian's face flushed red.
Did he really wet the bed when he was five?
How come he had no memory of it at all?
It must be fake!
Yes! Fake!
Benjamin snorted with laughter: "If you don't believe me, you can ask Grandpa and Alaric. They were both there."
"Benjamin, stop talking! I'm not listening, I'm not listening!"
Cillian quickly covered his ears.
As long as he couldn't hear it, it didn't happen.
Benjamin shook his head with a smile. The bed-wetting was real, but it actually happened when Cillian was three.
His brain was now like a forest shrouded in thick fog.
No matter how hard he tried to see clearly, everything before him remained blurry.
Light from outside slowly came in, dispersing the fog bit by bit.
But this process was very long.
It wouldn't happen overnight.
He could only rely on luck and wait slowly.
Like today, he never expected that one question from Cillian would make him remember the scene of his first meeting with Sophia.
It seemed Cillian wasn't completely useless after all.
Cillian had no idea that in Benjamin's mind, he had already become a tool to help restore his memory.
But even if Cillian knew, he would be powerless to resist.
He slumped over the edge of the bed with a dejected expression, looking at Benjamin with resentful eyes.
"Benjamin, you're so mean. This stays between you and me - you absolutely cannot tell a third person!"
He was, after all, a big star with tens of millions of fans.
If his fans found out he wet the bed at five years old...
Their image of him would probably shatter completely.
Benjamin raised an eyebrow: "Depends on how you behave."
Cillian wailed: "Benjamin, am I still your real brother or not? How can you treat me like this?"
Benjamin shook his head and said, "Hard to say really. After all, our family has strong genes, but only you..."
Haven't inherited the White family's restraint and mature stability at all.
Cillian was deeply hurt and decided to temporarily stop talking to Benjamin.
If he continued, he'd probably die of anger.
Forget it, he'd better ask Sophia about emotional matters.
After all, girls were more sensitive about these things.
Plus, Benjamin had lost his memory - who knew if he remembered the story between him and Sophia?
When Sophia came back, Cillian rushed toward her like he'd seen his savior.
With Sophia's help, Cillian learned a lot.
Because of Joshua, Sophia's acting skills were already excellent.
Plus, this script wasn't complicated, so she just needed to grasp the character's psychology.
After hearing Sophia's analysis, Cillian was amazed and had his agent book a flight back to the set that very night.
Before leaving, Cillian kept thanking Sophia.
"Sophia, you've really helped me out big time."
"If the filming goes smoothly this time, I'll bring you back a gift."
"Sophia, I love you so much!"
If Benjamin hadn't been watching from the side, he probably would have excitedly hugged Sophia.
But fortunately, he held back.
He was sure that if he actually did that, Benjamin would probably want to kill him.
After Cillian left, the hospital room became much quieter.
Benjamin naturally took Sophia's slender, soft wrist and played with it in his palm.
"It's getting late, you should go home and rest."
He couldn't bear to make Sophia stay with him at the hospital.
Although the VIP room had a large bed, it still wouldn't be comfortable to sleep in.
Plus, the hospital had nurses on duty for rounds. If any problems came up in the middle of the night, he could just press the call button.
Sophia looked at him with concern, "Are you really okay staying here alone?"
"Don't worry, Alaric will come over in a bit."
Alaric was still working overtime at the company. He'd just called to say he'd come keep him company after finishing up.
Although he felt he didn't need anyone to stay with him, he couldn't win against Alaric's insistence.
"Alright then, I'm really leaving now?" Sophia said reluctantly. She said she was leaving but didn't actually move.
Seeing this, Benjamin couldn't help but chuckle softly: "Be good, go home and sleep. If you stay here and pull an all-nighter with me, I'll feel bad."
Sophia pouted: "Okay then, I'll bring you lunch tomorrow at noon."
After Sophia got home, she didn't rest immediately but organized the new medicine she'd been researching recently.
By the time she finished organizing and washing up, it was already midnight.
She lay in the huge bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
This wasn't her first night of insomnia.
She'd long gotten used to sleeping with Benjamin.
Being held by him every day gave her a special sense of security, and she slept especially well.
These past few days with Benjamin in the hospital, her side of the bed felt empty, and she just couldn't adjust.
What she didn't know was that Benjamin was the same - lying in bed, unable to sleep.
Alaric was already asleep on the sofa in the hospital room, breathing softly.
Benjamin slowly sat up in bed, opened his phone, and watched that video several more times.
Alaric was a light sleeper and woke up at the sound from the bed.
He looked toward the hospital bed, "Can't sleep?"
Benjamin gave a low acknowledgment.
After thinking for a moment, he asked again: "Alaric, has Grandpa really never mentioned the White family having any enemies?"
A person wouldn't develop hatred for another person for no reason.
Valentin and the White family, or he himself, must have some connection.
He just hadn't figured out yet who exactly the other person was.
Alaric paused, then shook his head, "The White family has always followed the principle of not attacking unless attacked first. We would never make enemies on purpose."
Alaric was a few years older than Benjamin, so he knew more about many things.
If what Benjamin said was true, the other party must have started planning at least seventeen years ago, or even earlier.
Benjamin couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it and lay back down.
"Forget it, let's sleep."
If Valentin really wanted him dead, or wanted to go after him, Valentin would definitely come again.
He would wait.
The next morning, Sophia called over the chef who usually cooked at home.
She wanted to personally cook for Benjamin.