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.

Martina’s mind uncontrollably. Could it be that Benjamin had been possessed by someone else during this time, turning into a different person? Otherwise, how could everything that was happening now

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 to holeheartedly like before. If

to climb out of that deep pit, so how could she fall back into time

various thoughts running through her mind, Martina eventually stepped back into the kitchen and made another pasta for

She didn’t say anything and instead lowered her head to eat, as if there was nothing else to capture her

Benjamin would go upstairs to sleep as he

he stayed there, occasionally

Simon and looking through them, showing no intention of leaving

unable to directly ask him

home.

pretend not to notice Benjamin as much as possible

was because her hair was too long and she didn’t have anything to hold

face. His fingertips lightly. touched her cheek, and wherever his touch had been, Martina felt a special

you can tie your hair up,” Benjamin

his inner disappointment as

meet Benjamin’s gaze and responded slightly,

bit thirsty and wanted to go out to get a glass of water, unexpectedly witnessed this scene.

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

going on, why there seemed to be such

he had transformed into a different