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

Chapter 122

Chapter 122: Shelling the Shrimp

Benjamin naturally sat beside Martina, his gaze seemingly unchanged from usual.

However, Martina felt a bit uncomfortable. She leaned slightly to the side, thinking that since it was a test, she should continue to play along. “Why did you come? Didn’t I message

you saying I would be back after having dinner?”

If it were any other time, Benjamin would have surely been angry with those words, but

at this moment, he not only didn’t get angry but even carried a hint of indulgence. “I

happened to be discussing work nearby and thought of bringing you back with me.”

Martina was speechless. Could there really be such a coincidence?

Simon, who followed silently behind, sighed upon hearing that. Wow, was it really just a coincidental passing by?

It was obvious that he con purpose! The boss was now even capable of lying in

this aspect! No wonder he was the boss! His ability to learn and imitate was so good that

in a little while, he might beccompletely different from his usual self.

At the stime, Miss Martinez was extraordinary. She was able to cause such a

significant change in the boss, an experience that no one else had ever had.

Regardless, Martina chose to go along with Benjamin’s words and continued, “I see. Then let’s sit down and eat together.”

Following that, Martina cast a slightly apologetic gaze at Alejandro. “Alejandro, I’m really

sorry.”

Alejandro immediately understood Martina’s meaning. After all, they had initially agreed

to have a meal with just the three of them, but now there was an additional person.

He maintained a gentle and composed smile on his face, speaking in a calm and

unhurried manner, “It’s okay. Since it’s such a coincidence, let’s sit down together and eat.

As long as Mr. Walker doesn’t mind.”

For sreason, perhaps due to a man’s sixth sense, Benjamin cast a slightly

displeased glance at Alejandro. However, in order not to annoy Martina, he kept his

emotions in check.

“I don’t mind,” Benjamin replied.

When it cto others, Benjamin was indeed concise with his words, unwilling to

spare even an extra punctuation mark.

Under the table, Elena lightly kicked Martina’s foot, her eyes filled with indescribable

excitement!

Initially, both of them had suncertainties and had no idea what Benjamin would do.

Would he actually come?

But now, the reality had proven everything. It seemed that their speculations were

correct, and Benjamin must have had feelings for Martina as well.

Otherwise, how could he have specially appeared here? The excuse of coincidentally passing by was just a cover. That kind of excuse might work on kids, but it was clearly not enough to deceive Martina.

People, including individuals like Benjamin, would often make such statements during chaotic relationships, implying underlying meaning.

Elena’s eyes sparkled as if she was saying: I told you Benjamin must like you! Back

then, you didn’t believe me. Do you believenow?”

Martina responded with her eyes: It does seem different from before, but it’s probably not genuine affection.”

It was unknown how these two communicated, but even a few small glances could bring about such unique emotions.

Elena rolled her eyes, probably wanting to ask: If this isn’t love, then what is?

Martina, on the other hand, fell silent. No matter how she pondered, she couldn’t figure out these questions.

She used to deeply love Benjamin, but now, it wasn’t as if she really wanted to leave.

him when she said she wanted to.

Benjamin used to be indifferent to Martina, not even sparing a glance, but now he has

suddenly changed and actively appeared in front of her. It seemed as if he wanted to be

involved in Martina’s world every minute.

Martina’s thoughts were in turmoil. She couldn’t make sense of these things, and since she couldn’t, she didn’t force herself to. She quietly kept everything in her heart, hoping that

with time, she would naturally understand.

The ironic part was that Benjamin had no idea what Martina and the others were

thinking. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so calm.

With Benjamin’s arrival, the atmosphere of the meal changed.

Initially, it wasn’t a big deal, but when the final shrimp dish was placed on the table,

things suddenly took a turn.

This shrimp dish was Elena’s favorite. Whenever she came, she would always order it,

including today.

Elena had already put on her gloves, fully intending to shell the shrimp herself. She was

definitely looking forward to eating and drinking. Just because Benjamin appeared, it didn’t

mean she wouldn’t eat anymore. She was the kind of girl who never of,

to heart.

However, another person was one step ahead, wearing gloves and quickly filling the

plate with shelled shrimp.

Elena turned around, and who else but her brother was it? In that moment, Elena felt so

touched.

She said in awe, “Thank you so much for personally shelling so many shrimp for me. I

love them!”

But as soon as she finished speaking, Alejandro suddenly placed the plate of shelled

shrimp in front of Martina.

At that moment, everyone present was filled with countless question marks in their minds, unable to understand why Alejandro would do such a thing.

The most speechless person was undoubtedly Elena. She never expected that her brother would be so heartless as to put the shelled shrimp in front of someone else!

Was she still his sister?

If it weren’t for the fact that Elena would never feel jealous of Martina, she would

probably have lost control by now.

At this point, Elena could only watch helplessly as the plate of shrimp was placed in front of Martina, ultimately giving up on the idea of taking the shrimp back.

However, this scene instantly triggered a sense of dissatisfaction in Benjamin’s heart. Even Martina looked at Alejandro in confusion and asked, “Alejandro, what’s this about?” Wearing a light smile, Alejandro exuded an air of casualness, as if his actions were more simplicity.

“Your nails are a bit long, so it must be difficult for you to shell the shrimp. I often do this kind of thing, so I did it for you. Don’t worry about it,” he explained. “This dish is a specialty here, and since we’re here, we should definitely give it a try.”

Alejandro’s words carried half–truths and half–falsehood. Martina did have long nails, and her fingers were slender and beautiful, but it wasn’t really true that she couldn’t shell shrimp.