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!

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

you, but if her affection keeps going unanswered, someday it will be

both you and

those words to

she had indeed put in. more effort

Martina was willing to come back, he could try to change

was she

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

find her, no matter what it takes, we must bring her back, even if it means forcefully

a beat. Did he

thought, Benjamin didn’t have genuine feelings for

shook her head in self-derision, silently waiting for the right

everything was arranged properly, and Benjamin would surely leave with

that Benjamin remained seated by the bed, seemingly occupied with something, showing

but curse inwardly. Would it never end? Was he unable to see her well? Couldn’t he

took out his phone and opened Martina’s

in the chat box repeatedly, only to delete the messages again and again the In the end, the chat box contained only a

that message. Even

must be living in this place, in this small and

he was truly not accustomed to it at all. How could this be the place where Martina lived? She should be

pondering over their past memories, the man’s

Martina just comforted him at this time. But recently, she even repeatedly

up, instead of waiting at home, she chose to completely disappear

long reached its