Chapter 15: Belated affection is cheaper than grass

The man pressed her down on the bed, just like before, and his body seemed to have undergone some subtle changes. If this was before, Martina would have a sweet feeling, but now she just wanted to break free as much as possible. There was a saying that "belated affection is cheaper than grass", and this couldn't even be considered deep affection. When Martina was almost suffocating, the two of them finally separated temporarily. In the eyes of Benjamin, he could only see Martina's figure, as if punishing her for her actions during this time. Benjamin actually bit her lips again? "Ouch..." Martina couldn't help but cry out in pain. Benjamin slowed down and gently rubbed Martina's lips with his index finger, giving off a cold sensation that should be from the medicine he applied. He then kissed Martina's forehead again and said, "Remember what I said, it won't happen again. If you have any complaints or requests, you can tell me. You are not allowed to stay outside." He was always so domineering and stubborn, never paying attention to her feelings or asking why she acted that way. Martina found it somewhat ridiculous, she straightened her messy skirt, and her cheeks had become very rosy due to the previous contact. But she pretended not to notice and stubbornly stared at the man's handsome face that was so close to her. "Benjamin, I'm serious. We need to clarify our relationship," She said. They couldn't continue like this in such an unclear relationship. From beginning to end, it was only her who fell. If Benjamin had any feelings for her, it was probably just a long-standing habit. It couldn't even be considered a habit, but more likely just because he saw her as an accessory and didn't allow others to touch her easily. At this moment, a hint of desire seemed to flash in Benjamin's eyes as he lightly touched Martina's earlobe with his large hand, seeming somewhat absent-minded. His voice was both tempting and indifferent, "What do you want to say?" Martina took a deep breath, intending to speak her mind and make things clear. But just then, Benjamin's phone rang again. He took out his phone, gave Martina a look to temporarily silence her, and answered the call. It seemed that the person on the other end was a foreigner, and they were communicating fluently in German. Benjamin was also focused on the conversation, except for his index finger that was gently rubbing Martina's hand. They talked for at least several minutes, and there seemed to be some dispute towards the end. Benjamin's brows furrowed with anger, but quickly returned to calm. He covered the phone and lowered his voice, saying, "I have some urgent work to attend to and need to go out for a while. You will stay at home and wait for me, okay?" Martina fell silent, even though she was ready for it, he didn't even give her this opportunity. Martina suddenly felt tired. She forced a smile on her lips, which were slightly swollen, making her even more charming. "Go for your work," she said. But she didn't say she would wait here obediently, she never wanted to wait for anyone in the same place again. Benjamin leaned against her hair and gently rubbed it, his tone slightly gentle, "Be good." Martina couldn't say anything anymore, and her expression completely disappeared from her face. Watching Benjamin leave in a hurry again, Martina sat stiffly on the bed, maintaining the motion of Benjamin leaving. This had been their way of getting along for the past year. Benjamin was very busy, she knew that. But didn't he even have time to say a word? Or maybe... Benjamin didn't care at all? And what about Amy? Despite their intense arguments in the past, didn't he end up moving in? From beginning to end, no one really cared about her feelings or her existence; she was just a joke in everyone's eyes. It was like everyone knew that Benjamin was usually very busy. The entire business empire of the company group relied on him, and even the entire Walker family relied on him, except for Martina. Just because she was dispensable. Realizing this, Martina collected all the last bit of softness in her heart. This time, Martina crouched down again, using all her strength to finally retrieve a small iron box from under the bed. Inside the box, the things she found were not particularly valuable. It was just a double portrait with Benjamin's name signed on it, and a portrait of Benjamin himself. The double portrait was taken after Martina put a lot of effort into it. It was her and him, and the two of them looked more naive in the picture. As for the signature, she forced Benjamin to sign it, saying it was for a keepsake. The portrait was the first one Martina painted for Benjamin. It had been kept under her bed all along, but it seemed like there was no need to keep it anymore. Martina walked up to the dressing table and looked at her pale face in the mirror. Only her lips were red and slightly bleeding. It had a strange beauty to it, but it also made her feel very sad. She was only 24 years old, yet she had made herself look like a ghost. There really wasn't any reason to keep going. Martina went to the bathroom to wash her face, and then calmly returned to the bedroom, lying down on the familiar bed. Even though Martina had only left not long ago, she was already not used to this soft and comfortable bed. Maybe it was because once she returned to the Walker family, she felt like a bird trapped in a cage. It was very oppressive for her both physically and mentally, making it almost difficult for her to breathe. Martina forced herself to sleep, but ended up having several nightmares. She was so tired. In her dreams, there were monsters chasing after her relentlessly, biting her all over. Later, a self-proclaimed superhero appeared in front of her and threw her back into hell. The next morning, at around 6 o'clock, Martina got out of bed like a zombie. Even though she had slept for a while, she felt more exhausted than if she had worked a full day. Benjamin hadn't come back yet, and Martina didn't know what he was busy with. Without thinking too much, Martina found a bag and packed her remaining belongings together. Judging from Benjamin's perfunctory attitude towards her, it didn't really matter whether they officially broke up or not. Why bother struggling with these meaningless things? As long as she could stick to her own principles, it wouldn't take long for them to completely separate. As long as she didn't regret or waver. Martina went downstairs and saw Amy angrily packing her bags, big and small, as if she was moving out. At the same time, she was crying to Elizabeth, "Elizabeth, I can't bear to leave you --" Whether she could bear it or not, what could she do? Benjamin had already made it clear, even Elizabeth dared not disobey him.