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.

Could it be that Benjamin had been possessed by someone else during this time, turning into a different person?

impossible. She knew what kind of person Benjamin was. Even if he seemed a bit different now, there

trap set for her. She wouldn’t continue to holeheartedly like before. If Benjamin’s current actions

so how could she fall back into time like this? It would

Martina eventually stepped back into the kitchen and made another

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

to sleep as he did before, giving her more

there, occasionally picking

looking through them, showing no

her lips, unable to directly ask him to leave. After all, it was

home.

to notice Benjamin as much as possible and continued to eat, keeping her

because her hair was too long and she didn’t have anything to hold it in place, her hair gradually scattered,

touched her cheek, and wherever his touch had been, Martina felt a special warmth, causing her to instinctively move back. Even her gaze seemed a bit flustered, lacking the

time we eat, you can tie your hair up,” Benjamin curled

inner

meet Benjamin’s gaze and

get a glass of

now, and certainly not in the future. She

be such a drastic change overnight. Why would her own son repeatedly accommodate and

appeared completely different from before, as if he had transformed into a different person. Even Elizabeth had this thought, let alone