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 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.

possessed by someone else during this time, turning into a different person? Otherwise, how could everything that was

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

wouldn’t continue

deep pit, so how could she fall back into time like this?

Martina eventually stepped back into the kitchen and

had already finished. eating. She didn’t say anything and instead lowered her head to eat, as

upstairs to sleep as he did before,

there, occasionally picking up the documents handed

looking through them, showing no intention of leaving at

ask him to leave. After all, it

home.

not to notice Benjamin as much as possible and continued to eat, keeping her

she didn’t have

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,

can tie your hair up,” Benjamin curled his fingers, making

inner disappointment as

meet Benjamin’s gaze

out to get a glass of water, unexpectedly witnessed this scene. Instantly, she felt discomfort all over her body, accompanied by

Martina, not before, not now, and certainly not in the future. She didn’t want her son to have any significant connection with

be such

he had transformed into a