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

Chapter 139: Awkwardness Struck

Benjamin was well aware, but he just hoped that he and Martina could reconcile, even if it meant resorting to some underhanded tactics.

Seeing Benjamin’s unwavering expression, it was as if he would really go and wash by himself if Martina didn’t agree.

At that moment, Martina could only compromise. After all, it was because of his injury, and she couldn’t simply ignore it.

In the end, Martina had no choice but to reluctantly take a clean towel and follow behind Benjamin, saying, “I’ll help you wash.”

At the same time, she got some plastic wrap from the front desk to better protect the wound from getting wet.

Ensuring that everything was in order, Benjamin entered the bathroom, and Martina followed suit.

Unnoticed by Martina, Benjamin couldn’t help but curve his lips into a pleased smile. Clearly, he had everything under his control.

Martina was internally cursing and grumbling, but on the surface, she had to continue enduring the situation. She wondered if Benjamin was naturally confrontational with her. Why did he always find various ways to make her yield and disrupt her plans every time?

Regardless, she could only take Benjamin into the bathroom. She put on an eye mask and had Benjamin sit in the filled bathtub. Relying on her familiarity with his body, she awkwardly washed him.

Whether it was his upper body or lower body, Martina managed to clean him without much difficulty. The only issue was that she couldn’t see clearly, so the process was slower than usual.

She didn’t know that during this time, Benjamin’s eyes were fixed on her, unblinking, without a trace of awkwardness.

after losing something did he truly realize its value. He had never imagined that one day she would want to leave him. And now, everything had become uncontrollable. Martina tried her best to avoid touching Benjamin’s injured area, but she still heard

have accidentally touched

are you okay?

awkward the situation had become. It

washing Benjamin thoroughly, Martina felt as if her hand had become contaminated or something. This was simply too unacceptable.

groaned only because Martina’s hand was in an

was overwhelmed with

She blurted out, “I swear I didn’t mean

initiative to hold Martina’s wrist, and his eyes seemed

you said?” he

was at its peak, and

and finally managed to come up with a somewhat acceptable excuse, “I think it’s

swiftly fled the scene. She couldn’t stay any longer; otherwise, she felt like she would

utterly excessive. Couldn’t he have subtly hinted at her not to open her eyes or to

from the bathroom, now clad in a bathrobe.

gaze at Martina, who felt increasingly awkward and

down on the bed, leaving

“Sleep now.” she said.

Benjamin didn’t say anything.

uncertain how much time passed, but Martina had already fallen asleep for real. Meanwhile, Benjamin stayed up all night, taking out his phone and diligently searching various topics on a particular