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

Chapter 145: An Illusion?

Although Camille still felt a bit unhappy, she nodded and agreed, “My bad. I didn’t consider it carefully.” Then she finished the drink in her hand in one gulp!

Martina was already used to such situations. Considering Camille had sensed Martina’s feelings towards Benjamin, was it strange for her to act this way? No.

Martina replied with a fake smile, “I see you are straightforward. I apologize for dampening the mood.” Then, she sat back down and gave Benjamin a discreet glance.

Camille had been waiting here. No wonder they were having a meal!

Didn’t Benjamin feel anything odd?

Camille’s emotions were hardly concealed; if Benjamin observed closely, he would surely notice. However, he didn’t feel anything was amiss. He hadn’t paid any attention to Camille’s feelings apart from discussing business. The dinner was merely a necessary business engagement to him.

But if Benjamin didn’t want to come here or if Camille did or said anything to upset him, it would be impossible for her to do something like this.

Benjamin felt Martina’s gaze and looked momentarily puzzled.

Did he do something wrong? He just didn’t want Martina to drink, that’s all. This made him feel a bit angry with Camille.

So, what’s going on with Camille? Benjamin used to think she handled things quite well, but now, did she changed?

Pierre felt Benjamin’s gaze, and it scared him so much that he didn’t dare to take a breath.

He hurriedly urged the server to bring the dishes. If they kept waiting like this, it might turn into a battlefield!

On the other hand, Simon became more relaxed.

his boss gradually becoming more accommodating, Simon didn’t have to handle as much on his own as before. He realized

treated Martina as his lucky

boss would be happy. As long as the boss was happy,

thought it was necessary

pleasant, especially for Camille.

for Pierre holding her back, she probably would have ended up

course, most of the time, it was Benjamin who fed Martina. Martina did it in return as a gesture of reciprocity

had also had enough to drink. Pierre supported her and explained, “Mr. Walker,

Camille’s usual behavior? He

us to head home now. You don’t need to worry about us; we’ll make our own way back,” Simon said, skillfully

Camille murmured, “Mr. Walker, actually…

verge of tears this time! To avoid inviting

he quickly reached out and covered Camille’s mouth. The hairs on his body stood on end, and he whispered, “Boss,

someone really overheard it, who knew what might happen! The whole cooperation

focus was on work, and

Martina let out a sigh of relief and nudged the man

“Didn’t you feel it?”

now, but she didn’t expose her in

bewilderment, “What’s wrong? Why were

this, Martina instantly understood. Well, great,

Benjamin’s still recovering body, she would have loved to kick him

and she got drunk for you today. If I had known, I wouldn’t have

taken aback for a moment, but it was just a moment. Then he smiled teasingly, “So, you… are jealous?” His voice carried a hint of hesitation, probably

becoming the third wheel, he couldn’t hear their conversation anymore as a

was a big deal, but with the recent