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

Perhaps due to a lack of security, Martina quickly rinsed herself clean and walked out of the bathroom with her wet hair dripping.

Benjamin’s fingers on the laptop slightly paused as he turned around to see Martinal wiping her hair. Martina tried to remain calm as she stood behind Benjamin, asking, “What are you doing?”

On Benjamin’s laptop screen was a document containing some preliminary design drafts and requirements for promotional materials for their company. Martina had never heard of such a thing before, so naturally, she hadn’t paid much attention to it.

Now, seeing it suddenly, she couldn’t help but feel a bit curious. “Are you looking for someone to do design drafts?” If that was the case, it was right up Martina’s alley.

Benjamin seemed to have also thought of something. Martina had used all her painting skills to create numerous portraits of him before. Although those portraits were later destroyed, the memories of them remained in both their hearts, unforgettable.

Time could indeed pass so quickly, and people could change so much.

Benjamin mistakenly thought that Martina no longer liked painting portraits, especially those related to him, which seemed even more unlikely.

So, he didn’t think too much and simply said, “Yeah, the company needs it. I’ll be done soon. You can wait nearby, and I’ll help you blow–dry your hair.”

Their way of interacting with each other was actually quite natural sometimes, at least not truly awkward to a certain extent.

If not for the unpleasant events that happened before, their mode of interaction would have been just fine. Whether it was Martina chattering incessantly in front of Benjamin or other situations, they had already grown accustomed to each other.

It was just because Martina later grew to dislike that feeling, combined with some stimuli, that she finally acted that way.

could she really let someone else help her? After all, she was capable of taking care of herself. If she couldn’t even handle such a small task, wouldn’t she

initiative to come closer

in it “Didn’t we agree that I would help

little girl. You still have injuries. It’s better

he would not easily change it. Martina had known this for a

Benjamin took the initiative to help Martina dry her hair, which brought them even closer with

the time her hair was dry, Martina’s face had

time Benjamin helped dry her hair? Did

innocent–looking gaze made Martina wonder if her thoughts were too dirty. It was just a normal thing, right? Or maybe Benjamin was intentionally

some things were not easily explained

attribute everything to Benjamin not doing it on purpose, otherwise, she

all the fuss, they finally lay down to rest in

explicitly express her willingness to be with Benjamin, they seemed to have managed to get along with each other like this. Perhaps it was because

passed without any words exchanged

she found herself snuggled in Benjamin’s embrace, the two of

line between them. Who would have thought

calm, even though the awkwardness was reaching new heights. Fortunately, Benjamin had not woken

avoid being teased by him, Martina carefully removed the large hand from

all of this was actually within Benjamin’s grasp, including

Martina carefully prepared to get out of bed, she heard a low chuckle