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.

dry her hair herself. How 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 be

initiative to come closer and grabbed the hairdryer without saying a

some doting in it “Didn’t we agree that I

necessary. I’m not a little

easily change it. Martina had known this for

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

was dry, Martina’s face had already turned

was there always so much physical contact every time Benjamin helped dry her hair? Did

made Martina wonder if her thoughts were too dirty. It was just a

easily explained

doing it on purpose, otherwise, she would

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

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 of the events that had

without any words exchanged

As she opened her eyes, she found herself snuggled in Benjamin’s embrace, the two of them intimately close. Her leg

night Martina had insisted on keeping some distance and even drew a line between them. Who would have thought that now she was the one who proactively

stay calm, even though the awkwardness was reaching new heights. Fortunately, Benjamin

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

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

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