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

Chapter 85

Chapter 85: Have You Eaten? It started off with a big fuss, but now it had turned into working quietly and diligently. Perhaps it was because Martina was truly disappointed in Benjamin, so she didn’t want to waste her breath on any idle talk.

Martina was engrossed in her work, hunched over her laptop, drawing and coloring without interruption. She was busy and content, losing track of how much thad passed. Her life felt more fulfilling than before.

In the past, she simply revolved around Benjamin, going in circles, but now she had her own life. Even though achieving true freedom was difficult, she was still willing to strive for When Martina finally snapped out of her focus, she realized that it had already becdark outside. Benjamin had not yet returned, but strangely enough, her heart felt more peaceful in his absence, saving her from the usual trouble he brought upon her.

It was strange indeed, considering that she used to be the one who enjoyed being with Benjamin the most. Even an extra minute or second with him would bring her immense. happiness.

As a result, she reached the extrpoint of wanting to escape. Was this what they called mutual dislike?

Martina took a deep breath and finished up the last bit of her work.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Elizabeth’s mood hit an all-tlow. It was already mealtime, but Martina showed no intention of coming downstairs. Who did she think she was? Did she really believe she was the boss, unwilling to show any respect to her elders?

Elizabeth felt indignant but was determined not to compromise her prestige. She expressed her dissatisfaction with a resentful remark, “So, you’re from a humble background and have no manners.

During mealtime, you don’t even bother coming downstairs to ask if you want to eat. Who taught you these rules?”

Leslie opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn’t say anything. After all, it was the boss’s family affair.

Sthings shouldn’t be said too explicitly, or else it would be easy for others to take advantage of it later on.

Leslie, being a smart person, knew what he could and couldn’t do. He tried his best to old doing things that he shouldn’t, to prevent accidentally causing trouble.

However, he kept looking upstairs repeatedly because Martina had not cout. She had even specifically instructed him before entering the house not to disturb her, no matter the reason.

Leslie didn’t dare to approach, fearing that he might unintentionally make Martina

unhappy. In Benjamin’s eyes, Martina was like a precious and cherished treasure. Even a fool wouldn’t want to go against her.

Therefore, Leslie could only patiently continue to wait, thinking that Martina would

eventually cdownstairs when she got hungry.

After about half an hour or so, Martina finally finished up the remaining work. Feeling the emptiness in her stomach and hearing its growling sounds, Martina decided to go out and find something to eat.

After all, she couldn’t leave. If she didn’t fill her stomach, she would be suffering for no

reason.

Leslie sat on the sofa in the living room, watching TV when he suddenly saw Martina coming downstairs. He quickly got up and personally greeted her.

“Miss Martinez, you finally cdownstairs. Are you hungry? Shall I go buy something to eat?” Leslie asked.

At this moment, Elizabeth had already finished her meal and even had the servants clean up the table. The food had been thrown away long ago.

Martina looked at the empty dining table and instantly understood who was behind this. There wouldn’t be a second person besides Elizabeth. After all, her dislike for Martina had been going on for quite stime.

Martina didn’t have any extravagant requirements when it cto food. Her previous preference for expensive-looking dishes was just an attempt to fit into Benjamin’s world as much as possible. But now she didn’t care anymore. When it cto eating, she was free- spirited and didn’t pay much attention to anything except whether she could satisfy her hunger quickly.

She waved her hand at Leslie and said, “No, thanks. I’ll cook later.”

Everyone had their own area of expertise. Despite Leslie being exceptional in

investigating people, he had no superiority when it cto cooking.

Martina didn’t want his help, so she decided to go to the kitchen and something for herself.

prepare

Leslie asked again after seeing Martina’s response, “Are you sure? If you wantto go out and buy something, I can quickly cback. It won’t delay your meal.”

Martina continued to refuse without even looking back, “No, really, thank you.” Leslie felt pleasantly surprised, “Miss Martinez, please don’t say that. It’s really flattering to me. If the boss finds out, he might not be able to resist givinga hard time.”

Martina remained silent and quietly went to the kitchen to figure things out. hida

It seemed that Elizabeth had done it intentionally. She had even instructed someone to Now, all Martina could find in the kitchen was a pack of pasta, a tomato, two eggs, and ssalt for seasoning.

She was left speechless. Elizabeth was not young anymore, yet she still resorted to such childish actions.

Nevertheless, these ingredients would do. Martina planned to make simple pasta for herself, just enough to satisfy her hunger. Though her cooking skills were not particularly good, she managed to make pasta quickly.

She remembered that she had discovered a bottle of beverage in the refrigerator earlier and decided to take it out and drink it.

Who would have known that when Martina returned from the kitchen, she found two more people in the living room: Benjamin and Simon. These two individuals were practically inseparable. If someone didn’t know any better, they might think that there was something secretive going on between them.

Of course, Martina didn’t think that way. She was just a bit surprised that Benjamin had. cback at this time. She saw Benjamin’s figure and didn’t know whether to approach him or not.

In the end, feeling increasingly awkward, she sat down casually at the dining table and asked, “You cback so late. Have you eaten?”

In reality, Martina was only being polite and didn’t care at all whether Benjamin had. eaten or not. But unexpectedly, Benjamin nodded slightly, deviating from his usual behavior, and sat down across from her.

“I haven’t eaten yet. I’ve been busy since I went out this afternoon, and I’m quite hungry now,” he answered.

While speaking, Benjamin’s gaze landed on the pasta in front of Martina. Although he remained silent, it felt as though he had expressed a multitude of thoughts and emotions.

Hearing Benjamin’s distinctive voice, Martina felt her scalp tingling, regretting that she had asked the question. Now she had no idea how to continue the conversation and could only awkwardly lower her head and eat the pasta.

Martina didn’t know what Leslie had whispered in Benjamin’s ear, but she sensed a subtle drop in the surrounding temperature, as if the air had grown colder once again.