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.

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

to come closer and grabbed the hairdryer without saying a

some doting in it “Didn’t we agree that

him a glance, “I just feel it’s not necessary. I’m not a little girl. You still have injuries. It’s better for you to sit aside and rest.

easily change it. Martina had known this

help Martina dry her hair,

hair was dry, Martina’s face had already turned incredibly red,

physical contact every time Benjamin helped

were too dirty. It was just

easily

could only attribute everything to Benjamin not doing it on purpose, otherwise, she would be

the fuss, they finally lay down to rest in the middle of the

Benjamin, they seemed to have managed to get along with each other like this. Perhaps it was because of the

any words exchanged between the

Martina woke up, possibly because she had slept deeply last night. As she opened her eyes, she found herself snuggled in Benjamin’s

night Martina had insisted on keeping some distance and even drew a line between them. Who would have thought that now

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

being teased by him, Martina carefully removed the large hand from her waist, and then slowly brought her leg

within Benjamin’s grasp, including her small gestures that couldn’t escape his keen

carefully prepared to get out of bed, she