Ex-EastEnders hunk spotted snogging nepo-baby actress Emilia Jones at Sabrina Carpenter's Hyde Park gig
The star, 34, who played Peter Beale in the BBC soap, snogged Emilia — the 23-year-old daughter of singer Aled Jones — while surrounded by thousands of revellers in London's Hyde Park on Sunday.
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An insider said: 'Ben couldn't keep his hands off her and was trying to kiss her at almost any opportunity.
"She didn't seem to object and was all smiles.'
Ben played Peter from 2013, but left two years later.
He starred in 2016's X-Men: Apocalypse and was Queen drummer Roger Taylor 2018's Bohemian Rhapsody.
Emilia stared in 2021 film Coda, playing the child of deaf parents.
Ben dated House of the Dragon actresses Olivia Cooke in 2020 followed by fellow EastEnder Jessica Plummer in 2021.
Emilia has previously been spotted kissing Irish Eurovision star in 2023.
She is about to star in the film Tony with movie hunk Leo Woodhall.
Born in 1991, Ben was born in Bournemouth, Dorset, and grew up in Sherborne.
The actor has made appearances in Call The Midwife as a reporter and also appeared in one episode of Drunk History as King Arthur.
Aled Jones' daughter Emilia stars in Apple TV's CODA about a girl living with deaf parents
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