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.

instinctively wanted to refuse when Benjamin handed her the hairdryer. “Let me do

dry your hair, there’s no need to be

picked up his phone, revealing a game interface, and handed it to Martina, not

fell silent, pondering what was going through Benjamin’s mind.

Benjamin’s

deal. Even if

a difference. It would only make her seem

nothing happened. It

wasn’t a big deal.

in her hand but had no interest in

It

did was give him a light slap, it was clear that this incident had nothing to

that, someone had already targeted Adam, so

how much Martina pondered over

began to speculate whether Benjamin could be implicated in

composed, not uttering a single word, despite her blatant challenge to his

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

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

she imagined, the easier it

she had wonderful

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

was just an unintentional act, but it

turned a deep shade of red. She couldn’t bear the thought of Benjamin seeing her in such an embarrassed state, fearing that he might misinterpret

her hair felt like a form of torture to her. It seemed that Martina’s self–control was