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

Chapter 97: The Odd Man
Elizabeth swiftly altered her approach, employing any method necessary to accomplish her objectives. “Son, I didn’t intend it that way. I simply believe that Martina has grown overly arrogant due to your affection for her,” she remarked.

In truth, Elizabeth had always held this belief, but she had kept it hidden in her heart until now. However, she felt a genuine sense of crisis, which finally made her unable to hold back any longer.

She thought Benjamin would show some emotional fluctuations as a result, but he instead appeared unperturbed.

“Arrogant due to my affection? That’s a good thing,” he said.

At least it meant that Martina still had a trace of attachment to him in her heart. Otherwise, how could she be arrogant because of his affection?

Elizabeth could only roll her eyes at her own son. He had fallen too deeply for Martina, and no one, including Elizabeth, could save him.

At this moment, what else could Elizabeth say? Whatever she said would be in vain. When Martina came out after the shower, she found that Benjamin had already entered the room.

In fact, she wasn’t surprised by this at all. Because Benjamin also had a key, so even if she locked the door, it wouldn’t help. At most, it would express her reluctance to stay in the same room with him. However, her expression of reluctance seemed to have no effect either.

Martina was wearing a relatively modest pajamas, holding a towel in her hand, and wiping her damp hair.

The hairdryer was on the bedside table next to where Benjamin was sitting, and Martina was pondering whether she should go over there.

At that moment, Benjamin was immersed in reading a book when he noticed Martina’s hesitant gaze. He glanced at her. Seeing her damp hair, he instantly had an idea. Before Martina could react, he immediately took out the hairdryer from the nearby drawer.

Without saying a word, he approached Martina and gently pressed her to sit in front of the dressing table.

“Let me help you.”

The sequence of actions was carried out very naturally, as if they had done it countless times before, but in reality, it was their first time.

refuse when Benjamin handed her the hairdryer. “Let me do it

Benjamin persisted, “I’m just helping you dry your hair, there’s no need to be nervous. If you’re

picked up his phone, revealing a game interface, and handed it

was going

understand Benjamin’s

it was already a done deal. Even if Martina wanted to

difference. It would only make her

as if nothing happened. It

wasn’t a big deal.

but had

about the bruises on Adam’s face. It seemed

slap, it was clear that this incident had nothing

her. Before that, someone had already targeted

matter how much Martina pondered over it, she couldn’t unravel the

Benjamin could

he be able to remain composed, not uttering

felt like there was something in her mind, but it just got stuck because her thoughts weren’t clear

Benjamin’s friend. According to Martina’s original thinking, she thought

imagined, the easier it

Even if she had wonderful thoughts,

hair. His fingertips would

it still triggered a peculiar

entire body started to heat up, and it was likely that her cheeks had turned a deep shade of red. She couldn’t bear the thought

let out a deep sigh of relief. Even such a trivial task like drying her hair felt like a form of torture to her. It