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 97

Chapter 97: The Odd Man

Elizabeth swiftly altered her approach, employing any method necessary to accomplish her objectives. “Son, I didn’t intend it that way. I simply believe that Martina has grown overly arrogant due to your affection for her,” she remarked.

In truth, Elizabeth had always held this belief, but she had kept it hidden in her heart until now. However, she felt a genuine sense of crisis, which finally made her unable to hold back any longer.

She thought Benjamin would show some emotional fluctuations as a result, but he instead appeared unperturbed.

“Arrogant due to my affection? That’s a good thing,” he said.

At least it meant that Martina still had a trace of attachment to him in her heart. Otherwise, how could she be arrogant because of his affection?

Elizabeth could only roll her eyes at her own son. He had fallen too deeply for Martina, and no one, including Elizabeth, could save him.

At this moment, what else could Elizabeth say? Whatever she said would be in vain. When Martina came out after the shower, she found that Benjamin had already entered the room.

In fact, she wasn’t surprised by this at all. Because Benjamin also had a key, so even if she locked the door, it wouldn’t help. At most, it would express her reluctance to stay in the same room with him. However, her expression of reluctance seemed to have no effect either.

Martina was wearing a relatively modest pajamas, holding a towel in her hand, and wiping her damp hair.

The hairdryer was on the bedside table next to where Benjamin was sitting, and Martina was pondering whether she should go over there.

At that moment, Benjamin was immersed in reading a book when he noticed Martina’s hesitant gaze. He glanced at her. Seeing her damp hair, he instantly had an idea. Before Martina could react, he immediately took out the hairdryer from the nearby drawer.

Without saying a word, he approached Martina and gently pressed her to sit in front of the dressing table.

“Let me help you.”

sequence of actions was carried out very naturally, as if they had done it countless times before, but in reality, it was their first

somewhat uncomfortable, and instinctively wanted to refuse when Benjamin handed her the hairdryer. “Let me do

to be nervous. If you’re bored, you

phone, revealing a game interface, and handed it

what was going

Benjamin’s tactics

this point, it was already a done deal.

a difference. It would only make her seem affected and

it as if nothing happened. It was just

wasn’t a big deal.

in her hand but had no interest in the

the bruises on Adam’s face. It seemed like

was give him a light slap, it

her. Before that, someone had already targeted Adam, so who

matter how much Martina pondered over it, she couldn’t unravel the mystery.

speculate whether Benjamin could

composed, not uttering a single word, despite her blatant

anyway. She felt like there was something in her mind, but it

thought she would completely anger Benjamin and be driven out because of

the easier it was

was completely unpredictable now. Even if she had wonderful thoughts, it was all in

completely focused on drying Martina’s hair. His fingertips would occasionally accidentally touch her forehead and

unintentional act, but it still triggered a peculiar reaction in Martina’s

heat up, and it was likely that her cheeks had turned a deep shade of red. She couldn’t bear the thought of Benjamin seeing her in such an embarrassed state, fearing that he might misinterpret her intentions