fantishu
Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Chapter 9 Who Moved My Study? Benjamin thought carefully about the fragments, and confirmed that he really wanted to see Martina. Then he got up resolutely.
However, at this moment, his eyes noticed that something was missing from the white wall on his left.
“Who moved my study?” he asked.
The housemaid responsible for cleaning was summoned and meekly answered, “Miss Martinez moved it herself… That day, Miss Martinez stayed here for a while and seemed to have taken away a lot of things.”
“What did she take?” asked Benjamin, eagerly.
“It seems to be a painting?” said the housemaid.
Benjamin finally figured it out. Yes, all the paintings Martina had painted for him had disappeared.
Looking at the once full wall now so empty, he suddenly became restless.
Simon, who had been following Benjamin all along, became increasingly uneasy and even began to have a bold speculation – it seemed that Martina was not so dispensable in the boss’s heart?
Upon arriving home, Martina removed her high heels ungracefully and reclined on the sofa for a short period of time.
Her mood was not very good now, and whenever she interacted with the Walker family. it would affect her mood. But it didn’t matter, she just needed to be more open–minded and make up her mind, the rest would be diluted by time.
As time passed, Martina still felt a little sad, especially since Simon’s words were. repeating in her head.
Did he really think Martina was only after pocket money? It was ridiculous.
Martina shook her head mockingly and buried herself in the pillow with a sullen face. Not long after, a slight weeping sound could be heard.
She couldn’t pinpoint exactly when her fondness for Benjamin had transformed into this unhealthy level of obsession.
Martina held the belief that it wasn’t necessarily wrong to harbor feelings for someone, even if it meant giving up everything for them.
But why did her infatuation turn into something so toxic? Was it because of her initial attraction that she had to bear so much pain and negativity?
Perhaps it was because Benjamin was too perfect and flawless, that no matter what Martina did, it was deemed wrong.
In the eyes of others, Martina was a manipulative person with ulterior motives. Even if she left the Walker family and started her own life, those people would still think that she was forcing a marriage or after money.
Martina clung to her pillow tightly and whispered to herself, “You can do this, Martina. You must hold on…and never look back.”
Despite her bad mood, she still managed to make herself something to fill her stomach. Just as she sat down at the table, her phone vibrated twice.
Martina saw a message from Elena.
Elena: Hey little troublemaker, guess who called me just now?
Martina: Who?
Elena: It’s the butler!(Elena sent a playful meme.)
Martina: He’s looking for me? (Martina thought, the butler in the Walker family? He was scolded and yet he wanted one more time?)
Elena: Of course!
Tired of typing, Martina called back. She asked, “What could he want from me? Does he want to be scolded again?”
Elena didn’t realize the important part and said, “You don’t know how polite that old man was when he spoke to me. Today, he even called me Miss Lin and subtly requested for me to give him your number!”
Martina’s mind froze, and the fast food in front of her suddenly lost their flavor. She then asked, “Did you give it to him?”
Elena immediately became unhappy, “What the heck? Do you think I’m that kind of person? Of course not!”
Martina was satisfied and said, “That’s my sister!”
“But I did give him a number.”
“What number?”
“It’s just the phone number of the largest psychiatric hospital in the city! I told him to take the entire Walker family there to stay for a few more days! I was almost laughing to -death, and even that old man was almost furious!”
Martina couldn’t help but laugh, and her tone became much lighter, “You did a good job, but the Walker family only thinks the world should revolve around them and never think they’re wrong.”
“Don’t be too confident. What if Benjamin comes to find you?”
Martina said firmly, “He won’t.” © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.
Unconsciously, she thought of the days before.
Martina signed, “I’ve been living with him for six years and have never really left him, and he’s even less likely to come find me on his own.”
“With your level of putting up with things, you could probably break some world record!”
“Yeah, I feel pretty shameless too. I’ve been hugging a stone that never gets warm for six years.”
Elena tried to comfort her in a soft tone, “Don’t be afraid. A prodigal son returning home is worth more than gold. It’s not too late, “I know it, but Elena couldn’t stand Martina’s depressed tone and encouraged her, “But you can rest assured that when he comes back, I’ll find a chance to explain everything.” She changed the topic, “Since you’re free now, why don’t we have some fun?”
“What kind of fun?”
“There is a club named Blue Castle Bay here, which is an adult nightclub that’s really exciting!”
The so–called adult nightclub was actually a gray area.
It’s just that because Elena didn’t go there often, she always called it that.
“Forget it,” Martina spoil the fun and said. “Your family has strict discipline, and I know it too. Can your brother allow you to go to a club at midnight?
Elena was all bark and no bite, especially since there were powerful brothers at home! Otherwise, even if she was grown up, she wouldn’t be so eager to go to a nightclub with Martina.
Elena justified herself, “What are you talking about? I think you’re too repressed and want you to come out and relax.”
Martina didn’t expose Elena and said, “Forget it, you can go by yourself if you want to. I’m still not going.”
Elena had to use her trump card. “By the way, do you know there’s a themed exhibition at the nightclub this time?”
“What is it?” asked Martina in curiosity.
Elena lowered her voice and said, “It’s body painting, you know! I heard that it’s a mythological theme, definitely something that is hard to come by!”
Speaking of the so–called mythology, many people will probably unconsciously associate it with many things.
Anything related to it was bound to be filled with mysterious artistic sense. Martina was kind of convinced.
Elena asked again, “So…you’re really not going?”
Martina hesitated for two seconds and answered, “I’ll go.”
When Elena drove over to pick her up, it was already close to 11 o’clock!
Blue Castle Bay was a bit far from where Martina was located.
In the car, Elena looked at Martina with great interest and saw that she was wearing a very exquisite and decent black suspender mini skirt. She also had a barely visible small cardigan outside, with exquisite makeup on her face. The whole person gave off a sexy and charming feeling, like a very delicate little fairy. Especially the teardrop mole under the corner of her eye, it was even more tempting.
Now, Martina no longer had the gentle and lovely image she used to have. Instead, she was absolutely hot!