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

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Chapter 139: Awkwardness Struck
Benjamin was well aware, but he just hoped that he and Martina could reconcile, even if it meant resorting to some underhanded
tactics.
Seeing Benjamin’s unwavering expression, it was as if he would really go and wash by himself if Martina didn’t agree.
At that moment, Martina could only compromise. After all, it was because of his injury, and she couldn’t simply ignore it.
In the end, Martina had no choice but to reluctantly take a clean towel and follow behind Benjamin, saying, “I’ll help you wash.”
At the same time, she got some plastic wrap from the front desk to better protect the wound from getting wet.
Ensuring that everything was in order, Benjamin entered the bathroom, and Martina followed suit.
Unnoticed by Martina, Benjamin couldn’t help but curve his lips into a pleased smile. Clearly, he had everything under his control.
Martina was internally cursing and grumbling, but on the surface, she had to continue enduring the situation. She wondered if
Benjamin was naturally confrontational with her. Why did he always find various ways to make her yield and disrupt her plans
every time?
Regardless, she could only take Benjamin into the bathroom. She put on an eye mask and had Benjamin sit in the filled bathtub.
Relying on her familiarity with his body, she awkwardly washed him.
Whether it was his upper body or lower body, Martina managed to clean him without much difficulty. The only issue was that she
couldn’t see clearly, so the process was slower than usual.
She didn’t know that during this time, Benjamin’s eyes were fixed on her, unblinking, without a trace of awkwardness.
With Martina in front of him so close, Benjamin couldn’t help but recall their past together. Only after losing something did he truly
realize its value. He had never imagined that one day she would want to leave him. And now, everything had become
uncontrollable. Martina tried her best to avoid touching Benjamin’s injured area, but she still heard him let out a muffled groan.

Startled, she thought she might have accidentally touched his wound and quickly removed the eye mask.
Her concerned words resounded again, “Benjamin, are you okay? Did I accidentally touch your wound?”

However, after taking off the eye mask, Martina realized just how awkward the situation had become. It turned out that her hand
was awkwardly placed on a sensitive area of the man!
Despite washing Benjamin thoroughly, Martina felt as if her hand had become contaminated or something. This was simply too
unacceptable. Was fate purposely playing tricks on her?
Benjamin groaned only because Martina’s hand was in an inappropriate place.
Understanding what had happened, Martina was overwhelmed with embarrassment and wanted to hide.
She once again awkwardly turned her head, too embarrassed to look back. She blurted out, “I swear I didn’t mean to, do you
believe me?”
Benjamin took the initiative to hold Martina’s wrist, and his eyes seemed to be filled with a growing intensity of passion.
“Do you believe what you said?” he replied with a question.
Martina’s embarrassment was at its peak, and she couldn’t even utter a single word.
“I think...” Martina racked her brain and finally managed to come up with a somewhat acceptable excuse, “I think it’s getting late,
and you should rest!”
With that, Martina swiftly fled the scene. She couldn’t stay any longer; otherwise, she felt like she would be set on fire too.
Benjamin’s behavior was utterly excessive. Couldn’t he have subtly hinted at her not to open her eyes or to keep her hands still?
After a few minutes, Benjamin emerged from the bathroom, now clad in a bathrobe. His exceptionally handsome face bore an
expression of apparent helplessness.
He continued to gaze at Martina, who felt increasingly awkward and didn’t dare to lift her head.
She voluntarily lay down on the bed, leaving the other half of the bed for Benjamin.
“Sleep now.” she said.

Benjamin didn’t say anything.

At night, it was uncertain how much time passed, but Martina had already fallen asleep for real. Meanwhile, Benjamin stayed up
all night, taking out his phone and diligently searching various topics on a particular browser.
The search topics were roughly categorized into several types:
How to resolve misunderstandings with your girlfriend?
How to win back a girlfriend?
Awkurudaren Strick
Benjamin had already started his research long time ago.
Luckily, Martina was fast asleep by then. Otherwise, if she had witnessed this scene, she would have doubted her own eyes.
This man was Benjamin, who normally so arrogant and dismissive of everyone, and now he was searching for topics like this in
the middle of the night. If anyone saw this, they’d definitely suspect Benjamin had been possessed or something. The world must
have. gone crazy!
Benjamin looked at the search results, realizing they worked a bit anyway. Althought Martina hadn’t fully accepted him yet, there
had been some changes, which meant the content he searched for was indeed useful.
He looked at the woman next to him, who was sleeping peacefully, despite the faint pain from his wound, he managed to endure
it. He gently held Martina into his embrace, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world.
It was because of his past immaturity and stubbornness that things had spiraled out of control. Now, his goal was to do
everything possible to make amends. As long as Martina was happy, he was willing to do anything.
Benjamin’s determination could be seen from all these recent changes. If he didn’t sincerely want to change, how could he allow
Martina to treat him this way time and time again?
He went against his own family, even his own mother, though she probably deserved it.
Benjamin’s voice was almost a whisper, so low that only he could hear himself clearly.
“Martina, what should I do with you?”
This woman was now so guarded against him, and it was truly challenging to bring her back to his side again. It was like trying to
achieve the impossible.