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!

love is, and you have no idea what it’s like to be in a

does love you, but if her affection keeps going unanswered, someday

cooperate with someone, both you

didn’t take those words to heart, but now he kept pondering over

back to his interactions with Martina, he realized that she had indeed put in. more effort because he didn’t know how to properly handle a

back, he could try to

was

seemed to pass by without notice as Martina continued to maintain her position, tightly pressed against the ground, feeling the

it takes, we must bring her back, even if it means forcefully bringing

he really mean he would even

thought, Benjamin didn’t have genuine feelings for her. Otherwise, why did he arrange things

self-derision, silently waiting

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

seated by the bed, seemingly occupied

inwardly. Would it never end? Was he

took out his phone and opened Martina’s

only to delete the messages again and again the In the end, the chat box contained only a short line, “Come back, I’ll give you freedom

didn’t send that message. Even if he did, the message couldn’t be

Martina must be living in this place, in

to it at all. How could this be the

past memories, the man’s headache grew

at this time. But recently, she even repeatedly challenged

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

long