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.

in front of him so close, Benjamin couldn’t help but recall their past together. Only after losing something did he truly realize its value. He had never imagined that one day she

touched his wound and quickly

are you okay? Did

the situation had become. It turned out that her hand

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

had happened, Martina was overwhelmed with embarrassment and wanted to

turned her head, too embarrassed to look back. She blurted out, “I

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

believe what you said?”

and she couldn’t even utter

come up with a somewhat

longer; otherwise, she felt like

subtly hinted at her not to open her eyes or to keep her

from the bathroom, now clad in a bathrobe. His exceptionally handsome face bore an expression

who felt increasingly awkward and didn’t dare to lift

voluntarily lay down on the bed, leaving the other half of the bed for

“Sleep now.” she said.

Benjamin didn’t say anything.

had already fallen asleep for real. Meanwhile, Benjamin stayed