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

Chapter 152: Guys Should Also Be Careful When Out and About

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.

Martina was ready to 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 a laughingstock?

But to her surprise, Benjamin took the initiative to come closer and grabbed the hairdryer without saying a word.

His tone carried a hint of reproach, but at the same time, there was some doting in it “Didn’t we agree that I would help you dry your hair? Why aren’t you listening?”

Martina raised 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 manage it myself.”

However, once Benjamin made up his mind, he would not easily change it. Martina had known this for a long time. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

In the end, Benjamin took the initiative to help Martina dry her hair, which brought them even closer with more physical contact.

By the time her hair was dry, Martina’s face had already turned incredibly red, and her whole body felt heated.

Why was there always so much physical contact every time Benjamin helped dry her hair? Did he do it intentionally?

But Benjamin’s innocent–looking gaze made Martina wonder if her thoughts were too dirty. It was just a normal thing, right? Or maybe Benjamin was intentionally pretending.

However, some things were not easily explained in a few words.

Martina could only attribute everything to Benjamin not doing it on purpose, otherwise, she would be totally speechless and awkward.

After all the fuss, they finally lay down to rest in the middle of the night.

Although Martina didn’t fully open up and 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 happened before, leading to the current situation.

The night passed without any words exchanged between the two.

Early in the morning, Martina woke up, possibly because she had slept deeply last night. As she opened 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 cling to him like an octopus.

Ironically, last 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 got close to Benjamin?

Martina tried to stay calm, even though the awkwardness was reaching new heights. Fortunately, Benjamin had not woken up yet at this moment.

To avoid being teased by him, Martina carefully removed the large hand from her waist, and then slowly brought her leg back.

Little did Martina know that all of this was actually within Benjamin’s grasp, including her small gestures that couldn’t escape his keen observation.

As Martina carefully prepared to get out of bed, she heard a low chuckle coming from behind her.

Well, she finally realized that she had been teased again. And she felt like she was a complete mess right now, whether it was her being proactive or her expressions, she resembled a unconventional girl.

It was as if a unconventional girl woke up the next morning, realizing she had some sort of clandestine relationship with an 18–year–old college student.

Feeling the urgency to leave, Martina attempted to disentangle herself, but Benjamin happened to witness the entire scene.

“So, you’re in such a hurry to leave, huh?” Benjamin remarked.

Indeed, instead of being arrogant and annoying as he used to be, after spending so much time with Martina, he had become much more like an ordinary man, exuding a much warmer aura, and even his way of speaking had changed significantly from before.

Martina slowly turned her head, almost feeling like she could hear her neck creaking, but she managed to keep a composed expression.

“Why did you not tell me you’ve been awake? Were you intentionally trying to see me embarrassed?” she said.

Benjamin sat up with an innocent expression, his bathrobe loosely hanging on him since that was what he wore last night.

From Martina’s angle, she could perfectly see his chiseled chest, sexy collarbone, and Adam’s apple– like an alluring temptress. As he spoke, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and Martina almost got lost in the sight.

Martina wondered if he was doing this on purpose. How could he nonchalantly display such an alluring sight early in the morning? Wasn’t he afraid that someone might try to dominate him forcefully?

Guys should also be careful when they were out and about, but why did this guy seem to care so little?!

As Benjamin’s lips moved, Martina had absolutely no idea what he was saying.