Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don’t Want to be the Billionaire’s Wife

Chapter 15: Belated affection is cheaper than grass
The man pressed her down on the bed, just like before, and his body seemed to have undergone some subtle changes.

If this was before, Martina would have a sweet feeling, but now she just wanted to break free as much as possible..

There was a saying that “belated affection is cheaper than grass“, and this couldn’t even be considered deep affection.

When Martina was almost suffocating, the two of them finally separated temporarily. In the eyes of Benjamin, he could only see Martina’s figure, as if punishing her for her actions during this time.

Benjamin actually bit her lips again?

“Ouch…” Martina couldn’t help but cry out in pain.

Benjamin slowed down and gently rubbed Martina’s lips with his index finger, giving off a cold sensation that should be from the medicine he applied.

He then kissed Martina’s forehead again and said, “Remember what I said, it won’t happen again. If you have any complaints or requests, you can tell me. You are not allowed to stay outside.”

He was always so domineering and stubborn, never paying attention to her feelings or asking why she acted that way.

Martina found it somewhat ridiculous, she straightened her messy skirt, and her cheeks had become very rosy due to the previous contact.

But she pretended not to notice and stubbornly stared at the man’s handsome face that was so close to her.

“Benjamin, I’m serious. We need to clarify our relationship,” She said. They couldn’t continue like this in such an unclear relationship.

From beginning to end, it was only her who fell. If Benjamin had any feelings for her, it was probably just a long–standing habit.

It couldn’t even be considered a habit, but more likely just because he saw her as an accessory and didn’t allow others to touch her easily.

At this moment, a hint of desire seemed to flash in Benjamin’s eyes as he lightly touched Martina’s earlobe with his large hand, seeming somewhat absent–minded. His voice was both tempting and indifferent, “What do you want to say?”

Martina took a deep breath, intending to speak her mind and make things clear. But just then, Benjamin’s phone rang again.

Martina a look to temporarily silence

on the other end was a foreigner, and they were communicating fluently

except for his index finger that was gently rubbing Martina’s

several minutes, and there

lowered his voice, saying, “I have some urgent work to attend to and need to go out for

was ready for

Martina suddenly felt tired.

lips, which were

for your

say she would wait here obediently, she never wanted to wait for

against her hair and gently rubbed it,

couldn’t say anything anymore, and her expression

leave in a hurry again, Martina sat stiffly on the bed, maintaining

way of

she knew that. But didn’t he even have

Amy? Despite their intense arguments in the

really cared about her feelings or her existence; she

like everyone knew that Benjamin was usually very

company group relied on him, and even the entire Walker

last bit of

time, Martina crouched down again, using all her

from

the things she

just a double portrait with Benjamin’s name signed on it,

into it. It

for the signature, she forced Benjamin to sign it, saying it was

It had been kept under her bed all along, but it seemed like there

dressing table and looked at her pale face in the mirror. Only her lips were red and slightly

had a strange beauty to it, but it also