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.

help but recall their past together. Only after losing something did he truly realize its value. He had never imagined that one day she

she might have accidentally touched his wound and quickly

resounded again, “Benjamin, are you okay? Did I accidentally touch

taking off the eye mask, Martina realized just how awkward the situation had become. It turned

or something. This was simply

only because Martina’s hand was in an inappropriate

Martina was overwhelmed with embarrassment and wanted to

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

Martina’s wrist, and his eyes seemed

believe what you said?” he

peak, and she couldn’t

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

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

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

now clad in a bathrobe. His exceptionally handsome face

who felt increasingly awkward and didn’t dare to

bed, leaving the other half of

“Sleep now.” she said.

Benjamin didn’t say anything.

was uncertain how much time passed, but Martina had already fallen asleep for real. Meanwhile, Benjamin stayed up all night,