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

Chapter 43 A Sense of Compassion
Martina could feel the gradual approach of Benjamin’s long legs towards the edge of the bed, until he suddenly sat down.

The distinct masculine aura that belonged to a man permeated the air and reached Martina’s nose.

She held her breath, afraid to make any movement or sound.

Whether it was due to nervousness or something else, tiny beads of sweat even formed on Martina’s forehead.

Her inner voice kept shouting. “Leave quickly!”

Given Benjamin’s personality, he would never willingly come to such a shabby place, yet here he was, sitting down.

Everyone else kept their heads down, not daring to make a sound, fearing to bear the brunt of Benjamin’s fury.

Benjamin noticed the way the sheets on the bed were folded, in a unique manner that he could tell was done by Martina him.

She had indeed stayed in this place before, but she had left once again, just to avoid The moment the intense feeling of Martina avoiding him crossed his mind, Benjamin had the urge to see what was hiding inside her head. What could be in her mind? Were there all just mush?

He only asked her to come back and even assured her that she could tell anything she didn’t like to him.

But why was Martina still not satisfied?

Benjamin didn’t say a word. Instead, he unconsciously recalled what Elena said to him a couple of days ago.

“Benjamin, you are indeed formidable and strong, especially in the business world. You are unparalleled!

“But when it comes to relationships, you are a blunt and stubborn man!

how to respect someone, you don’t understand what true love is, and you have no idea what it’s

but if her affection keeps going unanswered, someday

a simple thing? It’s like when you cooperate with someone, both you and the other person are undoubtedly aiming to gain more

that time, Benjamin didn’t take those words to heart, but

with Martina, he realized that she had indeed put in. more effort

was willing to come back, he could

where was she

as Martina continued to maintain her position, tightly pressed against the ground, feeling the discomfort of her body being

If we find her, no matter what it takes,

beat. Did he

had thought, Benjamin didn’t have genuine feelings for her. Otherwise,

self-derision, silently

that everything was arranged properly, and Benjamin would surely leave with his

bed, seemingly occupied with something, showing no intention

help but curse inwardly. Would it never end? Was he unable to

the bed took out his phone and

typed in the chat box repeatedly, only to delete the messages again and again the In the end, the chat box contained only a short line, “Come back, I’ll

message. Even if he did,

in this place, in this small and

was truly not accustomed to it at all. How could this be the place where Martina

because he had been pondering over their past memories, the man’s headache grew

this time. But recently, she even repeatedly challenged his bottom line,

come to pick her up, instead of waiting at home, she chose to

temper had long reached its