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.

to refuse when Benjamin handed her the hairdryer.

your hair, there’s no need to be nervous. If you’re bored, you can

phone, revealing a game interface, and handed it to Martina, not giving her a chance to

what was going through Benjamin’s mind. She

Benjamin’s tactics

it was already a done deal. Even if Martina wanted

difference. It would only make her seem

to treat it as if nothing happened. It was just drying her hair,

wasn’t a big deal.

held the phone in her hand but had no interest in

the bruises on Adam’s face. It seemed like he

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

someone had already targeted Adam,

much Martina pondered over it, she couldn’t unravel

to speculate whether Benjamin could be implicated in some way.

remain composed, not uttering a

something in her mind, but it just got stuck because her

Martina’s original thinking, she thought she would completely anger Benjamin and be driven out

she imagined, the easier it

if she had wonderful thoughts, it was all

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

it still

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

drying her hair felt like a form of torture to her. It seemed that Martina’s self–control was truly lacking, as she couldn’t even handle