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.

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

Martina as

would be happy. As long as the boss was

thought it was necessary to

for Camille. She kept

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

Benjamin

Camille had also had enough to drink. Pierre supported her and

vain because Benjamin didn’t care at all. What did Benjamin care about Camille’s usual behavior? He

head home now. You don’t need to worry about us; we’ll make our own way back,” Simon said, skillfully dismissing them in just a few words as

Camille murmured, “Mr. Walker,

of tears this time!

Camille’s mouth. The hairs on his body stood on

knew what might happen! The

on work, and nothing else

off, Martina let out a sigh of relief

“Didn’t you feel it?”

just now, but

bewilderment, “What’s

understood. Well, great, Benjamin really didn’t

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

you today. If I had known, I wouldn’t have come.

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

car!” Avoiding becoming the third wheel, he couldn’t hear their conversation

big deal, but with