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.

she was

the initiative to come closer and grabbed the

in it “Didn’t we

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

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

the initiative to help Martina dry her hair,

time her hair was dry, Martina’s face had already turned incredibly red, and her whole

contact every time Benjamin helped dry her hair? Did he do

dirty. It was just a normal thing, right? Or

things were not easily explained in a

doing it on purpose, otherwise,

down to rest

seemed to have managed to get along with each other like this. Perhaps

passed without any words

herself snuggled in Benjamin’s embrace, the two of them intimately close. Her leg was even resting on Benjamin’s waist, as if she wanted

between them. Who would

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

Martina carefully removed the large hand from her waist, and then slowly brought her

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

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