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

Chapter 145

Chapter 145: An Illusion?

Although Camille still felt a bit unhappy, she nodded and agreed, “My bad. I didn’t

consider it carefully.” Then she finished the drink in her hand in one gulp!

Martina was already used to such situations. Considering Camille had sensed Martina’s

feelings towards Benjamin, was it strange for her to act this way? No.

Martina replied with a fake smile, “I see you are straightforward. I apologize for

dampening the mood.” Then, she sat back down and gave Benjamin a discreet glance.

Camille had been waiting here. No wonder they were having a meal!

Didn’t Benjamin feel anything odd?

Camille’s emotions were hardly concealed; if Benjamin observed closely, he would

surely notice. However, he didn’t feel anything was amiss. He hadn’t paid any attention to

Camille’s feelings apart from discussing business. The dinner was merely a necessary

business engagement to him.

But if Benjamin didn’t want to come here or if Camille did or said anything to upset

him, it would be impossible for her to do something like this.

Benjamin felt Martina’s gaze and looked momentarily puzzled.

Did he do something wrong? He just didn’t want Martina to drink, that’s all. This made

him feel a bit angry with Camille.

So, what’s going on with Camille? Benjamin used to think she handled things quite well,

but now, did she changed?

Benjamin’s gaze, and it scared him so much that he didn’t dare

breath.

bring the dishes. If they kept

turn into a battlefield!

hand, Simon became more

more accommodating, Simon

on his own as before. He realized that this decrease in workload was all

Martina.

had already treated Martina

the boss would be happy. As long

everyone was happy!

was necessary to

very pleasant, especially for Camille. She kept

for Pierre holding her back, she probably would have

was Benjamin who fed Martina. Martina did it in return as a gesture of reciprocity and to help

to drink. Pierre supported her and explained, “Mr. Walker,

didn’t care at all. What did Benjamin care about Camille’s usual behavior? He was more concerned about

best for us to head home now. You don’t need to worry about us; we’ll make our

Camille murmured, “Mr. Walker, actually… I quite

verge of tears this time! To avoid

mouth. The hairs on his body stood on end, and he whispered, “Boss, you

knew what might happen! The

on work, and nothing

sigh of relief and

“Didn’t you feel it?”

just now, but she didn’t expose her

and looked

Why were you glaring

understood. Well, great, Benjamin really didn’t catch

rolled her eyes dramatically, and if it

to kick him

she got drunk for you today. If I had

a

for a moment, but it was just a moment.

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