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

Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don’t Want to be the Billionaire’s Wife Chapter 43

Chapter 43 A Sense of Compassion

Martina could feel the gradual approach of Benjamin’s long legs towards the edge of the bed, until he suddenly sat down.

The distinct masculine aura that belonged to a man permeated the air and reached Martina’s nose.

She held her breath, afraid to make any movement or sound.

Whether it was due to nervousness or something else, tiny beads of sweat even formed on Martina’s forehead.

Her inner voice kept shouting. “Leave quickly!”

Given Benjamin’s personality, he would never willingly come to such a shabby place, yet here he was, sitting down.

Everyone else kept their heads down, not daring to make a sound, fearing to bear the brunt of Benjamin’s fury.

Benjamin noticed the way the sheets on the bed were folded, in a unique manner that he could tell was done by Martina him.

She had indeed stayed in this place before, but she had left once again, just to avoid The moment the intense feeling of Martina avoiding him crossed his mind, Benjamin had the urge to see what was hiding inside her head. What could be in her mind? Were there all just mush?

He only asked her to come back and even assured her that she could tell anything she didn’t like to him.

But why was Martina still not satisfied?

Benjamin didn’t say a word. Instead, he unconsciously recalled what Elena said to him a couple of days ago.

“Benjamin, you are indeed formidable and strong, especially in the business world. You are unparalleled!

it comes to relationships, you are a blunt

what true love is, and you have no idea what it’s like to be in

does love you, but if her affection keeps going unanswered, someday it will be

such a simple thing? It’s like when you cooperate with someone, both you and the other

to

with Martina, he realized that she had indeed put in.

willing to come back,

was she

to pass by without notice as Martina continued to maintain her position, tightly pressed against the ground, feeling the discomfort

spoke slowly, “Keep searching. If we find her, no matter what it takes, we must bring

beat. Did he really mean

genuine feelings for her. Otherwise,

in self-derision, silently waiting for the right

was arranged properly, and Benjamin would surely leave with his

the bed, seemingly occupied with something, showing no intention

but curse inwardly. Would it never end? Was he unable to see her well? Couldn’t he just

took out his

In the end, the chat box contained only a short line, “Come back,

that message. Even if

be living in this place, in this small and

all. How could this be the place

had been pondering over their past memories, the man’s headache grew worse and

comforted him at this time. But recently, she even repeatedly challenged his bottom line,

she knew he would come to pick her up, instead of waiting at home, she chose to completely disappear from

temper had long reached its