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.

Simon didn’t have to handle as much on his own as before. He realized that this decrease in workload was all thanks to

had already treated Martina as his

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

thought it was necessary to “curry favor”

wasn’t very pleasant, especially for Camille. She

Pierre holding her back, she probably would have

occasionally. Of course, most of the time, it was Benjamin who fed Martina. Martina did it in return as

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

Camille’s usual behavior? He was more concerned about everything related to Martina. As for

it’s best for us to 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

murmured, “Mr. Walker, actually… I quite

the verge of tears this time! To avoid inviting the displeasure

hairs on his body stood on end, and he whispered, “Boss, you can’t say

knew what might happen! The whole cooperation deal

sole focus was on work, and nothing

Martina let out a sigh of relief and nudged the

“Didn’t you feel it?”

Camille’s words just now, but she didn’t expose her in

indifferently and looked at Martina with bewilderment, “What’s wrong? Why were you glaring at me

instantly understood. Well, great, Benjamin really didn’t

dramatically, and if it weren’t for Benjamin’s still recovering body, she would have loved to kick him to

I had known, I wouldn’t

moment, but it was just a moment. Then he smiled teasingly, “So, you…

said, “Boss, I’ll go get the car!” Avoiding becoming the

a big deal, but with the recent changes, he wanted to find a