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.

hair herself. How could she really let someone else help her? After all, she was capable of taking

come closer and grabbed the hairdryer without saying a

carried a hint of reproach, but at the same time, there was some doting in it “Didn’t we agree that

gave him a glance, “I just feel it’s not necessary. I’m not a little

easily change it. Martina had known

dry her

hair was dry, Martina’s face had already

so much physical contact every time Benjamin helped dry her hair?

made Martina wonder if her thoughts were too dirty. It was just a normal thing, right? Or

were not easily explained in

could only attribute everything to Benjamin not doing it on purpose,

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

seemed to have managed to get along with each other like this. Perhaps it was because of the events that had

any words

Martina woke up, possibly because she had slept deeply last night. As she opened her eyes, she found herself snuggled in Benjamin’s embrace, the two of them intimately close. Her leg was

a line between them. Who would have thought that now she was the one who proactively got close

calm, even though the awkwardness was reaching new heights.

teased by him, Martina carefully removed the large hand from her waist, and

Martina know that all of this was actually within Benjamin’s

carefully prepared to get out of bed, she