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.

After all, she was capable of taking care

come closer and grabbed

was some doting in

her head reluctantly and gave 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. I can

once Benjamin made up his mind, he would not easily change it. Martina had known this for

to help Martina dry her hair, which brought them even closer with more physical

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

every time Benjamin helped dry her

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

were not easily explained in a few

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

fuss, they finally lay down to

to be with Benjamin, they seemed to have managed to get along with each other like this. Perhaps it was because of the events that had happened before, leading to

passed without any words

her eyes, she found 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 to

line between them. Who would have thought that now she was the one who

the awkwardness was reaching new heights. Fortunately, Benjamin had not woken up yet at this

the large hand from her waist, and then slowly

know that all of this was actually within Benjamin’s grasp, including her small

out of bed, she heard a low chuckle coming from