Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don’t Want to be the Billionaire’s Wife

Chapter 86

Chapter 86: Subconscious Avoidance During this time, Benjamin’s gaze remained fixed on the pasta in front of Martina, not even blinking his eyes. It was as if he had spotted something that greatly interested him, with a mix of coldness and eagerness in his eyes that was impossible to ignore.

Martina felt her scalp tingling and embarrassed. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get a bite of the pasta into her mouth.

In the end, she had to muster up the courage to ask again, “If you’re hungry, why don’t you eat my pasta first? I can get another one for myself.”

Luckily, there were still pasta left, so she wouldn’t go completely hungry.

Martina thought it was just a polite gesture, and Benjamin wouldn’t accept it anyway. After all, this man was known to be picky and wouldn’t eat anything that didn’t meet his high standards.

Surprisingly, Benjamin agreed Martina’s proposal. Without waiting for Martina’s reaction, he took the food from her hands, including the forks she had used.

Martina was speechless. Even though it was happening right before her eyes, she couldn’t fully accept what was going on. Was Benjamin doing this on purpose?

Benjamin complimented the taste and gave Martina a glance while eating the pasta. It was something she had never seen before.

Martina was truly baffled. She couldn’t understand Benjamin’s intentions anymore. And why did he appear here? How could he eat the simple food that she casually made?

In the past, only premium ingredients could barely tempt Benjamin to take a few bites. Otherwise, the only other possibility was food particularly prepared by selected chefs at home.

A bold thought flashed through Martina’s mind uncontrollably. Could it be that Benjamin had been possessed by someone else during this time, turning into a different person? Otherwise, how could everything that was happening now be explained?

But as soon as this thought emerged, Martina instinctively rejected it. It couldn’t be true. It was absolutely impossible. She knew what kind of person Benjamin was. Even if he seemed a bit different now, there was no way he could have been possessed by someone else.

everything happening now was just a trap set for her. She wouldn’t continue to holeheartedly like before. If Benjamin’s current actions moved Martina, that completely absurd.

had worked so hard to climb out of that deep pit, so how could she fall back into tlike this? It would be self-destructive.

With various thoughts running through her mind, Martina eventually stepped back into the kitchen and made another pasta for herself.

When Martina cout with the food, she saw that Benjamin had already finished. eating. She didn’t say anything and instead lowered her head to eat, as if there was nothing else to capture her attention.

She thought Benjamin would go upstairs to sleep as he did before, giving her more free

time. But to her surprise, he stayed there, occasionally picking up the documents handed to

him by Simon and looking through them, showing no intention of leaving at all.

Martina pursed her lips, unable to directly ask him to leave. After all, it was Benjamin’s

home.

She could only pretend not to notice Benjamin as much as possible and continued to eat, keeping her head down.

Perhaps it was because her hair was too long and she didn’t have anything to hold it in place, her hair gradually scattered, causing sinconvenience.

Benjamin, who had been busy with work, suddenly reached out as if he had eyes on his head and gently brushed away the stray hair from Martina’s face. His fingertips lightly. touched her cheek, and wherever his touch had been, Martina felt a special warmth, causing her to instinctively move back. Even her gaze seemed a bit flustered, lacking the sweetness it once held.

“Next twe eat, you can tie your hair up,” Benjamin curled his fingers, making a

suggestion to conceal his inner disappointment as much as possible.

Martina didn’t dare to meet Benjamin’s gaze and responded slightly, “Got it.”

At the stime, Elizabeth, who had been feeling a bit thirsty and wanted to go out to get a glass of water, unexpectedly witnessed this scene. Instantly, she felt discomfort all over her body, accompanied by jealousy and dissatisfaction.

She never liked Martina, not before, not now, and certainly not in the future. She didn’t want her son to have any significant connection with Martina.

She had no idea what was going on, why there seemed to be such a drastic change overnight. Why would her own son repeatedly accommodate and protect Martina?

The current Benjamin appeared completely different from before, as if he had transformed into a different person. Even Elizabeth had this thought, let alone others.

Simon also thought this way, but he had been by Benjamin’s side all along and seemed to have gotten used to it, so his emotional shift wasn’t as significant.

Now, Simon and Leslie had increased their interactions quite a bit. Although they didn’t share everything, they had discussed many things they had never talked about before.

The two whispered to each other, “The pasta that Miss Martinez made seems quite delicious, doesn’t it?”

Otherwise, how could the boss eat it all up? He even finished it all!

Simon was familiar with Martina’s cooking skills because she had cooked for the boss before for only a few times. Those few times of cooking were enough to leave a lifelong impression. Martina’s cooking skills were not outstanding… at all.

Now, the boss could calmly finish it all without any change in expression. Either he had

lost his sense of taste, or he had lost his sense of taste for love.

It was not appropriate for Simon to say such things in front of others; otherwise, the boss wouldn’t be happy, right?

Late at night.

Perhaps because Benjamin knew that Martina was resistant to him, he didn’t insist staying in the same room with her. Instead, he stayed in the study for a long time.

Martina lay in bed, tightly wrapping herself in the blanket, afraid that Benjamin would cin. She didn’t lock the door because she knew that if Benjamin really wanted to enter, he could do so in countless ways. Locking the door wouldn’t make a difference.

It was better to be open about it. If Benjamin knew her, he shouldn’t cin. Despite staying awake and waiting for over an hour, Benjamin did not come. Martina, who had been occupied and fully engrossed in her tasks all day long, felt a profound sense of exhaustion. Her eyelids grew heavy, and before she knew it, she succumbed to a deep and restful slumber.

As a result, Martina had no idea what Benjamin did in the study.