Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 38 - Curious about the Future Aunt-in-law
Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Curious about the Future Aunt-in-law? Right Next to You!
Chapter 38 -38: Curious about the Future Aunt-in-law? Right Next to You!
Bella Woods wasn’t accustomed to wearing high heels, and when Oliver Hughes pulled her, she staggered several steps before stabilizing herself.
Feeling somewhat embarrassed, she instinctively said, “Sorry, Lu—”
“Just follow Oliver and call me by that,” the man spoke.
Bella paused; why did this voice sound a bit familiar?
“Bella, just call him Uncle. We’re all family,” Cyan Marshall gently reminded her.
She hadn’t expected Ashton Marshall to come over.
And the purpose of his visit was also a surprise to Cyan Marshall.
But since things were this way, Cyan Marshall didn’t mind taking advantage of today to let Bella Woods become familiar to Ashton Marshall.
Though Oliver Hughes was unpredictable, if Bella Woods, his little niece-in-law, could receive some favor from Ashton, then no matter how far Oliver went, he would need to respect Bella Woods.
Bella Woods didn’t even dare to lift her head; she only stared at Ashton’s shoe tips, mustered her courage, and shouted, “Uncle.”
“Look up.”
The man’s deep voice carried an authoritative tone, and despite her nervousness, Bella instinctively obeyed and looked up.
She was stunned for a moment when she saw Ashton’s face.
On his face were gold-rimmed glasses, with a black mask covering below the nose. The material wasn’t visible, but the gold thread embroidery on the black mask looked exquisite and noble under the light.
“The child is probably scared by my face,” Ashton turned and spoke to Cyan Marshall.
Cyan Marshall explained, “Bella, Uncle had an accident on a business trip a few days ago, and his face was injured. The mask is for medical treatment.”
“Sorry, Uncle, I was a bit out of line,” Bella Woods quickly said, snapping back to reality and not daring to look at Ashton again.
Yet for some reason, the person before her gave her a familiar feeling.
“Uncle came over today to pick out a dress for my future aunt to wear at our engagement party,” Oliver Hughes chimed in from the side.
With Ashton there, he didn’t dare to act unruly at all.
Standing near Bella Woods, he was every inch the dutiful fiancé.
“It’s quite a coincidence; my future aunt’s build is about the same as yours, so I’d like your help to model,” Oliver further explained.
To model?
Bella Woods was quite surprised.
The esteemed Third Young Master Marshall needed her to model for his future wife?
“Yes, my lady has a temper. If I ask someone else to model, she might get jealous,” Ashton said. “Coincidentally, Oliver’s fiancée and she are very similar in both age and figure.”
After speaking, Ashton let out a light chuckle, “Having someone from your own family try on the clothes, well, she wouldn’t get jealous over that.”
“Uncle, you really like my future aunt,” Oliver Hughes remarked, as if he’d discovered a secret, “The way you talk about her is so endearing.”
Bella Woods also felt it; when Third Young Master said those words, there was an indescribable gentleness beneath the lenses.
At the same time, the more Bella Woods looked at him, the more familiar he seemed.
“Uncle, why not show me a picture of my future aunt?” Oliver Hughes sat next to Ashton, very intrigued by this future aunt.
After all, he’d grown up watching the golden majestic aura surrounding Ashton, and he was curious to see what kind of woman could stand by his uncle’s side and become the most noble lady in Peace City.
And when he saw Ashton remained unmoved, he made a fallback request: “Or at least, give me some information about this aunt?”
“You’ll find out at the engagement party,” Ashton replied coolly.
Bella Woods couldn’t tell if it was just her imagination or something else, but she always felt like Ashton’s eyes occasionally swept over her.
It was at this moment that Bella Woods finally found the answer.
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She knew who he resembled!
The handsome male prostitute!
Since she first faintly noticed the man’s silhouette, Bella had been struck by the visual impact, recalling the first time she saw the handsome male prostitute and had been stunned.
Precisely because of this, it was the first time she’d described a man using the word ‘handsome.’
Because he was just too handsome.
It wasn’t just his looks, but his entire physique, even a finger, was as beautiful as a work of art.
It was only after she saw him did she realize a person’s appearance could be defined as rigorously perfect.
Without a flaw.
Every inch a piece of art.
Third Young Master resembles the handsome male prostitute…
No, it’s the handsome male prostitute who resembles Third Young Master.
Such revelation was so shocking that Bella Woods found herself dazed, unable to grasp the conversation between Oliver Hughes and Ashton Marshall.
When she came to, Ashton was looking at her.
That gaze was intensely penetrating, making Bella Woods instinctively straighten her spine.
“Bella?” Ashton spoke.
Bella Woods held her breath nervously.
Perhaps it wasn’t a resemblance; perhaps they were the same person?
“Can you turn around?” Ashton asked.
Bella Woods froze, then stiffly turned her body.
Cyan Marshall’s voice rang out: “This outfit highlights another side of Bella, very stunning.”
“Indeed, it lets me see another side of my fiancée,” Oliver Hughes followed up.
“Such an outfit, she doesn’t like,” Ashton declared.
Bella Woods, who had stiffened at the compliment, found herself shaken by her earlier bold thoughts and then hit again by the words spoken in Ashton’s deep voice.
“This outfit is too striking and draws too much attention. She never liked being overly noticed, preferring peace and simplicity.”
The man’s voice was deep, yet every word struck her directly in the heart.
Such a grand outfit was indeed not something Bella Woods liked.
But because Cyan Marshall liked it, she couldn’t turn it down.
And since Cyan wanted her to shine bright at the engagement party, she couldn’t refuse.
However, deep down, as Ashton said, she preferred peace and simplicity.
Someone who understood her this well, only the handsome male prostitute.
Ashton Marshall?
The handsome male prostitute?
The same person?
This thought ran wild in Bella Woods’ mind like a vine, feeling absurd yet uncontrollably speculative.
She even wanted to remove the man’s mask.
Just to see even a fraction if there was a red mole on the bridge of his nose.
“Ashton, do you think Bella doesn’t look good in this outfit?” Cyan Marshall considered Ashton’s words and was thinking about Bella Woods’ preferences.
Ashton, however, pushed his glasses up his nose as he looked down, “I was talking about my lady.”
“Then we should follow her preferences,” Cyan Marshall understood, and at the same time reminded, “Bella, try on a few more outfits later; it doesn’t have to be this one.”
Cyan Marshall’s words made Bella feel her sensitive girlish thoughts had been noticed, warming her heart.
Cyan was always a source of strength for her.
But now, more than before, there was a growing sense of guilt.
If the handsome male prostitute really was Third Young Master Marshall?
Then Bella Woods wouldn’t know how to face Cyan Marshall anymore.
Just then, Cyan’s assistant came over and whispered something in her ear, causing Cyan’s expression to change drastically: “Arrange a car immediately.”
“Hmm?” Ashton inquired.
“Ashton, Old Master Hughes had a sudden heart condition and was sent to the hospital. Oliver and I need to go over.”
Cyan Marshall explained calmly to Ashton and glanced worriedly at Bella Woods.
“Aunt Cyan, you and Oliver go ahead, I can make my own way back.”
Bella Woods knew that Old Master Hughes never liked her and had been protesting her marriage to Oliver Hughes, still refusing to meet her.
“Ashton, would you mind accompanying Bella to try on clothes and then send her back to the Woods Family?” Cyan Marshall arranged.
Ashton nodded, “Naturally, coincidentally Bella is helping me out.”
