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

Martina couldn’t help but acknowledge that the emotional intelligence of the guy standing in front of her was truly unpredictable.
Just as she was getting closer to falling for him, Benjamin would come up with some unexpected move out of nowhere.
Seriously, he was full of surprises, and no one could predict his actions.
Martina’s lips twitched in annoyance. Without any hesitation, she slapped the back of Benjamin’s head, “You are talking
nonsense!”
Well, Martina really regretted why she fell for this kind of guy again! It was really ironic! And most importantly, this guy... damn,
he knew how to drive people crazy!
Every time, every single time, just when Martina started to change her feelings for him,he ruined it himself!
Finally, Martina frowned and found the switch on the bed, putting an end to the awkward situation.
Thinking back to what just happened, she felt embarrassed. What on earth was that?
It was true that this room seemed to be designed for young couples, no doubt about that. As for the bed... Suddenly, a bold idea
crossed Martina’s mind–what if it was designed for –?
The thought made her blush instantly!
Meanwhile, Benjamin gazed at Martina with a somewhat resentful and aggrieved expression.
Martina began to wonder if she had done something wrong. To avoid being engulfed in self–blame, she turned her face away,
refusing to meet Benjamin’s gaze.
Benjamin raised an eyebrow; he knew that Martina seemed to care a lot about her emotions around him. So, he would make
such expressions, hoping to move her even just a little.
But now, it seemed like it didn’t work anymore. Had he used this tactic too many times? Perhaps it was a combination of various
reasons!
Not hearing any response from Benjamin, Martina felt a bit uneasy. She turned her head slightly and saw Benjamin sitting there
with his head lowered, looking like an abandoned pet..

Maybe it was because of her guilty conscience, or perhaps it was because of Benjamin’s injury, Martina got up and after a while,
brought a medical kit from outside, which contained all the topical and internal medicines that Benjamin might need.
With the medical kit in hand, she approached the bed step by step, looking at Benjamin, who seemed like a wronged little pet.
“Come her. Take off your clothes, and I’ll apply the medicine for you,” Martina’s tone was somewhat stiff, but her genuine concern
was evident, even though she tried to act nonchalant.
Benjamin frowned, “No, I won’t die.”
Well, he was being artificial now.
Martina rolled her eyes. However, she knew deep down that Benjamin got injured because of her, and she couldn’t simply brush
it off without any concern; that would be heartless. No matter how ruthless she could be, there were still times, situations, and
certain people she needed to consider.
She completely ignored Benjamin’s words, put the medical kit down by her feet, and then grabbed his wrist with one hand,
forcing him back onto the bed! say
“Why so much nonsense? You say you don’t want it, so you won’t take it? Didn’t I also I didn’t want to live with you? Did I
separate from you?” she retorted.
Not only Benjamin had changed, but also Martina had changed.
Benjamin was silenced by her words, and in the end, he could only watch as Martina took off his shirt and applied the medicine
where needed, and bandaged the wounds accordingly.
Martina also poured him a glass of water and made him take the medicine.
The whole process was smooth and seamless, without any hesitation, making it impossible for Benjamin to refuse.
Actually, Benjamin was quite artificial, pretending to reject Martina’s care. Deep down, he didn’t really refuse it. Otherwise, he
wouldn’t have come to this place at all.
At this moment, anyone else who saw them would surely admire Martina’s capabilities. It seemed like Benjamin had no freedom
at all, but upon reflection, it was understandable.
Everything she did was for Benjamin’s well–being.

Why did Benjamin have to be so artificial? Couldn’t he see the current situation? It wasn’t the right time to pretend.
After finishing bandaging Benjamin’s wound, Martina felt a layer of sweat all over her body. She had originally planned to take a
quick shower, but when she turned around and saw that semi–transparent glass door, she hesitated a bit.
Benjamin seemed to sense Martina’s inner conflict and even said, “Go ahead and take a shower, I won’t look.”
Before Benjamin said those words, Martina didn’t consider it a big deal. She thought she could simply take a quick shower, as it
wouldn’t be too revealing anyway.
But now, after hearing these words, she hesitated even more. Since he said that, he must be certain to peek, right?
Martina gritted her teeth and without saying a word, she grabbed a towel from the side and covered Benjamin’s face with it.
“You better keep your eyes shut, or I’ll gouge them out!” she said fiercely.
Although Martina’s tone was so harsh, it didn’t really bother Benjamin. He knew she wouldn’t actually do something like that, and
her reaction now only made his mood even better.
“Alright, I won’t look. You go ahead and shower. I still have some work to finish anyway. You can rest assured,” he said, chuckled
softly, his tone filled with indulgence. Only Martinal would receive such treatment.
Perhaps Benjamin’s character hadn’t reached a point where Martina had strong doubts about him, so she didn’t dwell on it any
further.
She extended her index and middle fingers, bent them, and then gestured towards her own eyes, followed by gesturing towards
his eyes.
Martina’s gesture turned out to be surprisingly adorable, and this only made Benjamin’s smile even more pronounced.
In truth, nothing else really mattered. Right now, Benjamin just wanted to deepen their connection and return to how things used
to be with Martina. Though it might be challenging, he was determined to put in the effort because Martina was the one he
wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
Listening to the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom, Benjamin removed the towel and took out the laptop he had
prepared in advance, getting busy with his work.

That was how Benjamin operated; as long as he was alive, he would always stay busy. Recently, if it wasn’t for constantly
searching for Martina, he probably would have been even busier. But it was precisely because of Martina’s actions that
inadvertently caused such a significant change in Benjamin. In a way, it seemed like a good thing.
Simon also had much relaxing days recently, finally no longer needing to constantly work overtime beside Benjamin. His mood
had greatly improved.