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 129

Chapter 129: Do You Hate Me?

They used to be very intimate. Now, why was Martina becoming so shy?

Even Martina was a bit disappointed in herself. She shouldn’t react so strongly. It would

be so embarrassing if someone noticed!

She slightly adjusted the blanket, feeling a bit awkward. But even this subtle movement

couldn’t escape Benjamin’s eyes.

Whether it was because of Martina’s slightly disheveled hair or something else,

Benjamin lifted his right hand and gently tucked a stray strand behind her ear.

red.”

His voice softly reached Martina’s ears, “I know you’re not asleep. Your ears are turning

Martina kept her silence, but deep inside, she couldn’t help but complain about Benjamin, believing that he intentionally said those words.

Martina awkwardly and shyly opened her eyes, glaring at Benjamin with dissatisfaction. “I’m too hot, can’t you see?” It seemed like she was showing a bit of “aggression“.

It had been a while since Martina used such vivid expressions to communicate with Benjamin, so this moment unexpectedly stirred something inside Benjamin as well.

Benjamin couldn’t help but curl his lips, fighting back a smile. “Of course, I am not

blind.”

Martina was speechless. The conversation seemed to reach a dead end, didn’t it? After about a half hour, Martina, due to physical reasons, wanted to use the restroom. But as soon as she left the restroom, she collided with a man head–on.

The first–class restroom on the plane was not accessible from the economy class

section.

Startled, Martina awkwardly apologized, “Sorry…”

She raised her eyes and found the person in front of her somewhat familiar–looking.

more she looked,

person turned out to

eyes widened.

also seemed surprised. As he focused his realized that the person he

gaze, he

smile on his face. “Miss

here?”

such a coincidental encounter and truthfully replied, “I

to take a

seemingly casual, and asked, “Are you

head. “No, there are others

“This flight is headed to Carlsbad.

go on a

upon hearing that, unsure of how to respond for

moment.

Martina stood there in a daze for a while before

pursue further. “Well, what a

while, both wearing genuine smiles on

and she needed to maintain a proper attitude. As for what Alejandro was thinking, Martina had

idea.

they were engrossed in conversation, Benjamin

and forcefully pulled Martina into his embrace, as

ice–cold, completely different from when he

to Martina.

to be particularly surprised. Perhaps he had already suspected that Martina would be here, most likely with

unexpected at all–it was

here, and here we are meeting so soon,” Alejandro said, gesturing politely.

in the end, he remained silent and led

to their seats.

seated in the third row behind them, wearing a hat and having boarded the flight earlier, which was why he hadn’t been noticed

have something

me along?”

that the

of grievance flashed in Benjamin’s eyes. Was Martina

with others in a cheerful manner than to have

Benjamin had no right to

carried a sense of desolation, as if he were a pitiful soul, and he asked, “Do you really

for a long time, because she never

confront her or get angry, but she

her in