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.

and instinctively wanted to refuse when Benjamin

your hair, there’s no need to be

interface, and handed it to Martina,

what was

Benjamin’s

it was already a done deal. Even if Martina

It would only make her

nothing happened. It was just drying her hair, after

wasn’t a big deal.

the phone in her hand but had no interest

about the bruises on Adam’s face. It seemed like he had been slapped for

a light slap, it was clear that this incident had nothing

someone had already targeted Adam, so who could it

how much Martina pondered over

speculate whether Benjamin could be implicated in

to remain composed, not uttering a

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

friend. According to Martina’s original thinking, she thought she would completely anger Benjamin and be driven

unfortunately, the better she imagined, the easier it was to

completely unpredictable now. Even if she had wonderful thoughts, it was all

focused on drying Martina’s hair. His fingertips would occasionally accidentally touch her

just an unintentional act, but it still triggered a peculiar reaction

red. She couldn’t bear the thought of Benjamin seeing her in such an embarrassed state, fearing that he might misinterpret her intentions and suspect

a trivial task like drying her hair felt like a