Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don’t Want to be the Billionaire’s Wife
Chapter 147

Chapter 147

Chapter 147: You’re Quite Extravagant

The road was winding and extremely rugged; if someone was chasing from behind, they

would surely never catch up no matter what.

Regarding the voices of those discussions, Simon just silently listened.

Then he quietly followed behind Benjamin and Martina, acting like a follower. His main task now was tostay close to the two and help carry their bags and whatnot.

Along the way, Martina thought, since they were already here, why not just enjoy

themselves? After all, she couldn’t leave.

With this idea in mind, she decided to stroll around the nearby streets first, not bothering about thescenery on the mountaintop for the moment. She wanted to explore the

foot of the mountain first.

However, the cost of Martina’s shopping spree was that soon her hands were overflowing with bagsand items.

But it wasn’t her hands that were full, but Simon’s hands were really, really full. Simon suddenlyunderstood why there were so many men in TV dramas who engaged

in intense physical activities and various adventures without fear, but as soon as they went shoppingwith women, they felt scared. Mainly because women became tireless fighters

when it came to shopping.

Since Martina hadn’t had a proper shopping spree in a long time, being in a place like Carlsbad thatday made her interested in everything.

Benjamin, on the other hand, had the mentality of being willing to accompany a beautiful woman at allcosts. Whatever Martina wanted to do, he did his best to accompany

her.

If it hadn’t been for Simon’s hands being full of bags and Benjamin’s body not feeling quite up to it,Martina might have continued shopping.

By now, Martina had almost changed her entire outfit. She wore sunglasses on her face to shield fromthe sun, and a sun hat on her head, looking both stylish and beautiful. She also bought Benjamin a pairof sunglasses, primarily to hide his face.

Even with only half of his face visible behind the sunglasses, Benjamin’s incredibly handsomeappearance couldn’t be concealed, radiating an elusive charm.

From the perspective of others, it looked as if the two were intentionally showing off their affection,even going so far as to wear matching sunglasses, with one being large and

the other small.

The two of them continued walking forward.

They saw someone selling matching locks near the edge of the cliff up ahead.

The matching locks, designed to be locked together and hung up, provided a space for

visitors to write their names and wishes.

According to the legend, if they wrote their names on the locks, hung them on the chain at the cliff’sedge, closed their eyes, and made a sincere wish, their wish would come

true.

Many people came here because of the fame of this legend, and whether it was true or not, theytended to lean towards believing it was.

Subconsciously, Martina wanted to take a detour. “How about we go and check out the area ahead? Itseems quite lively over there.”

However, Benjamin, who usually followed Martina’s arrangements, refused this time. “No, stay with meand let’s buy a pair of matching locks.”

Even though Martina had already guessed Benjamin’s thoughts, hearing it directly from him feltdifferent. She said, “I don’t think it’s necessary. Trusting those things doesn’t seem like your style.Whether two people can successfully be together doesn’t depend on hanging

the locks.”

Martina believed she made herself very clear, and Benjamin should understand. He couldn’t possiblykeep insisting, right?

But Benjamin once again shattered Martina’s expectations. He didn’t say a word and just took Martina’shand, leading her to the nearby stall selling the matching locks.

The stall owner was a girl who looked around her teens, with a particularly cute and lively demeanor.

As soon as she saw Benjamin and Martina approaching, she immediately stood up from her small stooland warmly welcomed them.

“Do you two want to buy a pair of matching locks? I have various styles here! You can take a look, or Ican even customize one for you on the spot!” the young girl said enthusiastically.

Martina was surprised to see such a young girl selling matching locks here and wanted

to take a closer look.

Seeming accustomed to such curious gazes, the girl explained without waiting for Martina to ask, “Eventhough I’m not an adult yet, this stall isn’t mine. I’m just here to help my mom; she went to therestroom.”

Perhaps it was the sincerity in the young girl’s eyes, or maybe Martina just wanted to join in the spirit ofbeing here, she picked up a pair of matching locks, which were basically was all. locks that looked a bitnicer than the regular old–fashioned ones, but that

The girl nodded and handed the matching locks to Martina, also giving her a pen. This pen wrotenames that wouldn’t be erased by the wind and rain.

“Later, you and your boyfriend can write your names and wishes on it. Oh, by the way, a friendly tip:once you hang this pair of locks, you can’t take them down again because there’s no key!” the younggirl said.

After speaking, she couldn’t help but take another look at Martina. “You’re really beautiful, absolutelythe most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life. And your boyfriend is handsome too. I wish you both along–lasting and blissful relationship!”

Whether it was because of the girl’s words or something else, Benjamin directly waved at Simon.

Simon struggled to take out his wallet from his pants pocket. These two really had an understandingbetween them; they didn’t even need to speak to know what the other wanted.

Benjamin pulled out two one–hundred–dollar bills from his wallet and placed them on the small table infront of the girl. “You can keep the change,” he said.

In reality, the matching locks were worth at most 20 dollars, perhaps even 10 dollars.

Benjamin was indeed quite extravagant.

The young girl was frightened. “Sir, it’s really not necessary, you don’t need to spend so much. Theselocks are only 25 dollars for you.”

Benjamin didn’t say a word and just left with Martina, ignoring the girl’s calls from behind.

Martina shook her head in disbelief, “You’re way too extravagant. She asked for 25 dollars, and yougave her 200. What if she asked for 250? Would you give her 2000?”

Benjamin shrugged, “Isn’t buying things supposed to make people happy?”

Martina paused for a moment, “Are you saying you’re happy?”

Then, she realized why Benjamin was so happy. He was genuinely pleased by the girl’s words justnow, and that’s why he reacted like this, right?

Martina silently shook her head. Sometimes, she really couldn’t understand Benjamin’s thoughtprocess. He used to be so aloof and arrogant, but now he suddenly became an ordinary man.