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.

as much on his own as before. He realized

had already treated Martina as his

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

it was necessary

dinner wasn’t very pleasant, especially for Camille. She kept drinking quietly, and

weren’t for Pierre holding her back, she probably would have ended up drinking too

ate her fill, and also fed Benjamin occasionally. Of course, most of the time, it was Benjamin who fed Martina. Martina did it in return as a gesture of reciprocity and

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

Benjamin didn’t care at all. What did Benjamin care about Camille’s usual behavior? He was more concerned about everything

it’s best for us to head home now. You don’t need to worry about us; we’ll

Walker, actually… I

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

on his body stood on end, and he whispered, “Boss,

who knew what might

was on work, and nothing else

seeing Camille off, Martina let out a sigh of relief and

“Didn’t you feel it?”

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

bewilderment, “What’s wrong? Why were

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

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

drunk for you today. If I had known, I wouldn’t have come. It’s such a hassle,”

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 unsure about Martina’s true

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

didn’t think being single was a big deal, but with the recent changes, he wanted to find a