Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 39 - Testing What Kind of Friend
Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Testing, What Kind of Friend?
Chapter 39 -39: Testing, What Kind of Friend?
Bella Woods was quite surprised by Cyan Marshall’s arrangement.
Let her be alone with Third Young Master Marshall?
“Bella, don’t be afraid. Ashton is your little uncle, an elder. Also, today you’re helping your little uncle out,” Cyan Marshall said reassuringly to Bella Woods.
“No, there’s no need…”
“Bella means she’s not willing to help me?” Ashton Marshall looked inquisitively at Bella Woods.
Though his tone was mild, just that look alone made Bella Woods feel unprecedented pressure: “No, little uncle, I didn’t mean that…”
“Ashton, your aura is too strong, it scared my future daughter-in-law,” Cyan Marshall jokingly explained for Bella Woods.
Bella Woods licked her dry lips and didn’t argue.
“It seems my medical mask frightens children,” Ashton Marshall joked.
As he talked with Cyan Marshall, Bella Woods couldn’t help but glance at him.
In terms of physique, Ashton Marshall sat on the sofa, so she could only get a vague idea, not quite confirming if he was like the little pretty boy.
As for the face and eyes…
Not too many similarities were visible.
But the familiarity was exaggerated, and the resemblance was outrageous.
“Mom, don’t waste time,” Oliver Hughes reminded.
Old Master Hughes had always been close to Oliver since he was young, and now Oliver was anxious too.
He turned back and shouted, “Sienna, come with me.”
Cyan Marshall’s gaze swept over, and the previously gentle face bore displeasure.
“Previously, when Old Master was hospitalized, he happened to meet Sienna’s grandfather. Old Master has a good impression of Sienna. I thought if she went over, Old Master wouldn’t be unhappy.”
As Oliver Hughes spoke, his gaze occasionally drifted towards Bella Woods.
As if reminding Bella Woods, even with approval from Cyan Marshall and Daniel Hughes, Old Master Hughes had yet to nod his head.
Bella Woods pretended not to see, looking down.
“Mrs. Hughes, I’ve also been worried since hearing about Old Master’s heart condition. May I accompany you to visit him?” Sienna urgently asked, “If Mrs. Hughes is unwilling, I can take a separate car and won’t disturb, just learn about Old Master’s condition from a distance.”
Sienna looked anxious, speaking earnestly, “Mrs. Hughes, may I?”
At this point, it would seem harsh for Cyan Marshall to say anything to stop.
Besides, the situation with Old Master was urgent, leaving no room for delay.
“Ashton, I’ll leave Bella to you. Make sure to get her home safely,” Cyan Marshall cautiously instructed Ashton Marshall.
Ashton Marshall continued to sit on the sofa, his gaze lightly resting on Bella Woods: “No problem. I have experience taking care of children.”
Cyan Marshall was quite puzzled by Ashton’s response and was about to say something, but Oliver Hughes was urging, and the car outside was waiting, Old Master’s condition was dire.
They had to leave.
Recently, Old Master’s health had deteriorated significantly. Doctors said he might pass away at any time, so they needed to hurry.
Thus, Cyan Marshall gave Bella Woods a reassuring look before leaving with Oliver Hughes and Sienna.
As they left, the store’s main hall immediately quieted down.
Yet Bella Woods felt more nervous than before.
She couldn’t help but sneak glances at the man sitting on the sofa, equating him with the handsome male prostitute she was acquainted with.
Feeling both absurd and blasphemous about her suspicion, yet the resemblance between the two was too strong.
She needed a reasonable conclusion.
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Either prove they just looked alike, or they were the same person.
“Bella, are you curious about my face?”
Ashton Marshall’s deep voice brought Bella Woods back to her senses, and she quickly averted her gaze.
But then felt like she was trying to hide where there was no need, acting like a fool playing a self-directed play in front of a man like Ashton Marshall.
“Sorry, little uncle, it’s just the first time I’ve seen such a medical mask,” Bella Woods lowered her eyes, “Plus, the feeling from you reminds me a lot of a friend.”
“A friend?” Ashton Marshall raised an eyebrow and discreetly adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
He casually asked, “What kind of friend?”
This was a difficult question for Bella Woods.
She couldn’t exactly say, a friend from the bed?
Her first friend?
That was too outlandish. Not just facing an elder like Ashton Marshall, Bella Woods couldn’t admit to anyone the bond with the pretty boy.
“Hmm?” Ashton Marshall made a sound.
He seemed genuinely curious about Bella Woods’s ‘friend.’
Bella Woods’s tongue swept across her dry lips: “Just a rather special friend. The chance for us to meet was quite unexpected. We hit it off and maintained a friendship.”
She was tense.
But could only offer this explanation.
“Does Oliver know about such a special friend?”
“He does.” Bella Woods answered without thinking.
Oliver and Sienna had warned her explicitly and implicitly, indicating they knew about her ‘pretty boy’ and to prepare for their engagement party’s demise.
Didn’t that mean they knew about the pretty boy?
Moreover, if Sienna had the video of her from that night in the elevator, it would surely have captured the pretty boy’s face.
Rounding off, Oliver would know.
“And he didn’t say anything?” Ashton Marshall continued to ask.
“I explained to Oliver, assuring him that our engagement wouldn’t be affected, and I would never do anything to jeopardize it.”
Bella Woods thought Ashton Marshall was asking so many questions because he was worried she’d do something inappropriate towards Oliver Hughes, hence her explanation.
However, her explanation was greeted with Ashton’s sneer.
The sneer carried a teasing undertone, making Bella feel even more like the pretty boy.
At that moment, she shared the similar awkwardness with Sienna and Rose Woods, who had wished for her to strip at the family banquet before.
The truth was right before her eyes, just needed to tear away this disguise to reveal it, whether it was or wasn’t.
But she didn’t dare.
Who dared to pull off Third Young Master’s mask?
“Bella, don’t misunderstand,” Ashton Marshall’s tone turned serious and calm, “I’m not questioning your relationship with Oliver. It’s just that my child also has such a special friend, and I’m curious about the mindset of having one.”
Ashton’s deep and playful gaze was shielded behind his glasses.
To Bella Woods, that gaze seemed unfathomable and unreachable.
Bella Woods could understand, Ashton was referring to his girlfriend.
Earlier, there was talk, whether in terms of age or preference, that had resembled hers.
“The special friend bond with my future aunt’s friend might be different,” Bella Woods could only say.
Couldn’t be that the future aunt was raising a pretty boy behind the uncle’s back?
That was too absurd.
Who would have someone like Ashton Marshall and still have eyes for someone else?
“If they’re all special friends, how could they be different?” Ashton looked puzzled.
He just watched as Bella Woods’s gaze wandered, her expression nervous, carrying only suppressed emotions, looking to find words to explain the ‘special friend’s difference’ to him to surpass the topic.
But truly…
Putting the child in a difficult position.
Yet indeed, it was utterly interesting.
Surely, this child had become his best amusement in recent times.
