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!

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

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

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

take those words to heart, but now he kept pondering

she had indeed put in. more effort because he didn’t know how to properly handle

Martina was willing to come back,

where was

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

If we find her, no matter what it takes, we must bring her back,

beat. Did he really mean

genuine feelings for her. Otherwise, why did he arrange things this

in self-derision, silently waiting for

arranged properly,

the bed, seemingly occupied with something, showing

Would it never end? Was he unable to see her well? Couldn’t he just

sitting by the bed took out his phone

only to delete the messages again and again the In the end, the chat box

end, he didn’t send that message. Even if he

be living in this place, in this small and

all. How could this be the

had been pondering over their past memories, the

Benjamin’s temper would be gone if Martina just comforted him at this time. But recently, she even repeatedly challenged his bottom line, not only by renting a house outside but also by

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

temper had long