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

Chapter 58

Chapter 58: It’s Not a Breakup Unless I Agree Benjamin’s extremely harsh words underwent another transformation at this moment. His concerned gaze was so sincere, and he himself felt a bit panicked.

“Martina, Martina?!” he called out with increasing anxiety and concern.

Benjamin had no idea what was happening to Martina. He was simply worried that something might happen to her, after finally regaining her presence in his life.

Fear surged through Benjamin’s whole body, leaving many of the people present. dumbfounded.

They heard Benjamin urgently shouting, “What are you all standing around for? Take her to the hospital! Now!”

In the hospital, after a series of examinations conducted by the doctor, it was found that Martina had simply experienced seasickness. Combined with some nutritional deficiencies and the emotional impact that caused her to faint, it was a combination of several factors that led to her unconscious state.

Fortunately, it wasn’t too serious, and she just needed some fluids. She would regain consciousness after a while.

As Benjamin gazed at Martina lying on the hospital bed, finally quiet and devoid of the usual resistance, he surprisingly felt a sense of relief that had been absent for a long time. Even though Benjamin didn’t utter a word, he silently added in his heart, “Even if it means death, he will never let her leave.”

When Martina opened her eyes again, she saw the familiar yet unfamiliar white ceiling. The hospital had a similar decor in most rooms, so it’s no wonder she felt a strange sense of familiarity.

She moved her body and felt a slight sting from the IV needle in her hand. She could. only adjust her position and continued lying there.

She also turned her head to assess the current situation and, as soon as she did, she noticed Benjamin walking in from outside the door. He was holding a lunchbox in his hands, and upon seeing Martina awake, his steps seemed to momentarily pause.

But Martina, upon seeing Benjamin, immediately turned her face away.

How could Benjamin not notice her reaction? Did she really not want to see him?

Benjamin set down the lunchbox and pulled a chair to sit by the bedside.

There was only a small amount of liquid left in the IV drip, and Benjamin glanced up to estimate the time.

His gaze underwent multiple changes, but his tone remained rigid and cold as he spoke. “Even if you don’t want to see me, you still need to eat.” With that, he opened the lunchbox to reveal plain chicken soup and a bowl of congee.

Since Martina had been asleep for the whole night, her appetite wasn’t good, and even. if there was more delicious food prepared, she couldn’t eat too much.

She took a deep breath, feeling that her body had improved significantly, and this led to her next reaction.

She locked her gaze onto Benjamin, her eyes slightly red from fatigue, yet her tone remained incredibly earnest and icy, “Benjamin, I don’t need your concern. Even if I die, I don’t need it.”

Perhaps this was so-called “belated affection is cheaper than grass”.

If Benjamin had treated her like this before, maybe she would have been deeply moved, moved to the point of recklessness once again. Even if someone slapped her in the face right in front of her, she wouldn’t feel hurt because she believed it would all be worth it.

Unfortunately, that was all in the past.

Benjamin impatiently closed his eyes; he was here, waiting for her to wake up, but not to listen to these unpleasant words.

He set the food aside as if he hadn’t heard what Martina said, and then graciously ‘peeled an apple for her.

He cut a piece and put it into Martina’s mouth, and whether intentionally or not, his fingertips brushed against her lips, instantly stirring up mixed emotions within him.

Martina’s mouth was occupied and she didn’t want to waste the apple. In the end, swallowed the piece of apple.

she Benjamin watched Martina’s response, and a faint smile finally appeared at the corner of his mouth. It was as if the weather had changed from cloudy to sunny, and even the temperature in this room instantly rose.

“Do you want more?” Benjamin’s voice seemed to have gained a touch of tenderness. Martina shook her head, her gaze carrying a hint of caution, and her attitude remained unchanged from before. “Benjamin, I’ve made it clear to you. I’m not going back,” she said seriouly. “Considering I’ve been with you all these years, can’t we part on good terms?”

Martina couldn’t understand. No matter how much she used to make a fuss, Benjamin was always indifferent. Why was he suddenly reacting so strongly now?

Benjamin pursed his lips and, with dissatisfaction, extended his index finger and pressed it firmly on Martina’s lips, saying, “Stop talking. There’s not a single word I want to hear.”

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It was not a matter of whether to say unpleasant things or not. They were all adults, and the truth wasn’t always pleasant to hear.

Martina took a deep breath again and said, “Benjamin, how many times do I have to say it? I don’t want to go back with you. We’ve already broken up!”

Upon hearing her words, Benjamin’s cold eyes held an inscrutable expression, and an intimidating presence emanated from him, keeping people at a distance.

He lowered his head, gazing at Martina who had just awakened and was still weak. How dare she challenge him right after waking up?

Benjamin didn’t want to continue this topic and suddenly changed the direction of the conversation. “If you don’t want to eat now, you can eat later. Unless I agree to break up, it doesn’t count as a breakup.”

What did he mean by saying “it doesn’t count as a breakup if he doesn’t agree”? Martina didn’t know what to say. Was this really Benjamin?

Even though she had spoken so clearly, how could he still endure it? If anyone dared to act like this in front of Benjamin, they would have lost half their life by now.

Maybe because Martina knew that no matter what she said now, Benjamin would continue to act deaf and dumb, she decided not to say anything at all. Knowing he wouldn’t listen, it felt futile to continue wasting time here-it was like talking to a brick wall.

Seeing Martina, who covered her head with the blanket and didn’t want to be seen, was like seeing a distressed silkworm pupa. Benjamin finally caught a glimpse of her past self in her.

At this moment, the aura around Benjamin, which kept people at a distance, gradually dissipated, replaced by tenderness that belonged to Martina alone.

“This afternoon, come back with me. After I settle the matters at the company in a few days, I’ll take you out to play,” he said softly. “Haven’t you always wanted to go to Carlsbad? And Korea too. I’ll take you there one by one in the near future.”

Martina was truly dumbfounded. She didn’t understand what Benjamin meant. Could it be that he saw her as a child? Give her a slap and then a sweet date, and she would be appeased?

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