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

Elena sent over requirements and drafts, Martina made

necessary modifications.

truly strange. Any part that Martina modified always brought endless surprises.

though they used the

they produced felt completely

with utmost admiration. She couldn’t think of

could match

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

realizing how much

glanced at the time and

up her phone and just as she checked the time,

deep and magnetic voice instantly resonated

you doing?”

to worry, so she

eating.”

are quite obedient,” Benjamin chuckle softly in response. “Then wait for me at the hotel for a while, I’ll be back in

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

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

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

many reminders he gave over the phone, it wouldn’t change her

some food delivered to her room. However, every time she dialed, the line was busy, indicating that she wasn’t

and realized that the 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

a different outfit 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 all gathered

a wide variety of cuisines, and it seemed like they had everything one could imagine. There was almost nothing you couldn’t

all.

have some snacks and

her food, she found a relatively empty