Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don't Want to be the Billionaire's Wife

Chapter 133: Can’t be So Unlucky

Martina nodded and took out her laptop from the suitcase.

“Go ahead and take care of your work. Don’t worry about me. I have some work to

finish as well,” she said.

The smiled faintly, “Okay, I’ll finish up as soon as possible and come back to accompany you. If you get hungry, just call the front desk. They can deliver food to the

room.”

In this hotel, the restaurant had two modes: self–service where guests would go and

select their food, and a dedicated waiter service where the food would be delivered directly

to the room. Benjamin probably didn’t want Martina to be alone, hence the reminder.

Martina chuckled gracefully, “I’m not a child anymore. Do you think I wouldn’t

understand these things? Just focus on your work. Don’t worry about me.”

Without saying anything, Benjamin planted a kiss on Martina’s forehead and then left.

Watching Benjamin’s departing figure, Martina quietly closed the door. The gentle kiss

he had planted on her forehead still seemed somewhat unfamiliar to her.

Martina let out a deep sigh. Since she couldn’t make sense of it no matter how much

she thought about it, she decided to focus on her work instead.

Benjamin left for his own work, Martina busied herself with her

involved drawing. As Elena sent over requirements and drafts,

necessary modifications.

truly strange. Any part that

outcome. Even though they used the same methods and had

they

had already revered Martina with utmost admiration. She couldn’t

who could

Martina was good–looking that her artwork turned out so outstanding? Of course, this thought was solely Elena’s

work without realizing how

at the time and was startled

time, she noticed that Benjamin had called her. She

magnetic voice instantly resonated from

you doing?”

worry, so

eating.”

wait for me at the hotel for a while, I’ll be back in about

and realized that she could finish her meal and tidy up within an hour for sure. She then said, “Okay. Actually, there’s no need to hurry back. I still

shouldn’t continue working. It’s getting late, and what you need

agreed, saying, “Alright, I understand.” In reality, her

the phone, it wouldn’t change her mindset. It would be better for him to finish

hanging up the phone, Martina picked up the room phone and tried to have some food delivered to her room. However, every time she dialed, the line was busy, indicating that

dining hall wasn’t far away. It would only take a short time to go up and down the stairs, so she decided to go there herself. This

and went downstairs to the restaurant. As she entered, she noticed that the restaurant was filled with various dining areas, and food was everywhere. Not only that, but there were also people from different backgrounds -some were locals, while others were foreigners. People of different races were

like they had everything one could imagine. There was almost nothing you couldn’t find here. Whether it were locals or people from other places, finding a satisfying

all.

wanted to have some snacks and

selecting her food, she found a relatively empty corner and took