Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 45 - She Tore Off Her Obedient Disguise He
Chapter 45: Chapter 45: She Tore Off Her Obedient Disguise, He Couldn’t Hold Back
Chapter 45 -45: She Tore Off Her Obedient Disguise, He Couldn’t Hold Back
Ashton Marshall reached out and caressed Bella Woods’ face, especially fixated on her bright, sparkling eyes.
“There is a way, but if I just tell you when you ask, it feels like I’m at a disadvantage.”
Bella Woods instantly understood the man’s words: “So, what do you want?”
She wasn’t a pretentious girl; once she vented her emotions, she didn’t feel so wronged.
“What do you think you should do?” The man lifted his gaze, hinting at something.
Bella sat up and adjusted the cat-ear headband on the man’s head: “Such a fitting accessory for you, how can you take it off? Only someone as bold as you can pull it off.”
“Bold?” Ashton found this description quite amusing when applied to himself.
No one had ever dared to use such a blatant term in front of him.
“If you weren’t so bold, I would seriously think you were the same person as Third Young Master.”
Bella was still mumbling about their likeness, while she slowly crawled down from the bed: “From the first eyelash, Third Young Master is a decent, noble elder; the two are worlds apart.”
To the extent that, had Bella Woods looked twice at this handsome male escort gentleman, she would find the idea that he could be the same person as that esteemed, princely figure utterly ridiculous.
“Yes, I’m bold; Third Young Master is proper.” Ashton nodded earnestly, continuously repeating, “Third Young Master is proper, so proper.”
Bella was already walking to the closet door, and as she pushed it open, she turned back: “However, I do know why your aura is so good, and why you have such a wide range of connections, serving such extraordinary people.”
Ashton leaned against the headboard, his right hand resting lazily behind his head, and asked, “Why?”
“Because you’re a high-class stand-in.”
“High-class stand-in?” That description was truly interesting.
This kid was always so intriguing.
“Yeah, because you’re so much like Third Young Master. But who would dare profane such a lofty figure as Third Young Master? When you can’t pluck the flower atop the high peak, finding a top-tier stand-in to satisfy you is still doable.”
After saying that, Bella chuckled: “I’m lucky too, to have dug up such a good one.”
Ashton found his lips curling into an ever-deepening smile at Bella’s words.
His gaze toward her was mysterious and ambiguous.
“Kid, you’re off-topic,” he reminded her; now wasn’t the time to discuss this.
“We’re not off-topic, wait for me a few minutes.”
With that, Bella entered the closet and shut the door.
Ten minutes later, she emerged completely transformed.
She was wearing a matching black cat outfit as Ashton’s cat-ear headband, with lace details that highlighted her naturally fair 18-year-old skin.
Under the light, the stark black and white contrast of her outfit and skin made her soft skin look like milk, tempting a taste of its sweetness.
Bella even wore high heels, and as she walked step by step toward Ashton, the tail designed into her outfit swayed with the movement of her hips, alluringly.
Sexy.
Yet carrying the unique innocence of an 18-year-old girl.
Ashton’s breath tightened slightly.
Bella stood beside him, holding a small bowl with ice cubes, put a tiny ice piece into her mouth, and then cupped Ashton’s cheeks to kiss him.
The chill and the softness of lips and tongue meandered between them, tracing patterns.
The ice melted between them, droplets of water clinging to their lips before being licked away.
The man slightly tilted his head back, almost savoring the girl he had nurtured into being so proactive and enticing his desires.
She was truly mad.
Obedient, yes.
But tearing away the facade of compliance, she liberates herself, taking wild actions that made him…
Lose control.
Ashton gripped her slightly swaying waist, slipping under the design of the outfit.
His fingers traced upward along her sensitive spine, untying the bow of the bra, the strap snapped open, grazing Ashton’s face.
He laughed freely, his eyes filled with intense passion.
With slight force, he pressed Bella onto the bed.
She may seem bold and open, but she was only pretending; from the moment she opened the closet door, Bella’s heart had been pounding wildly with tension.
And now, whether from shyness or emotion, a blush crept onto her fair skin, looking like an invitation that dared not speak its name.
Ashton pinched her chin, slightly parting his lips as he lowered his head to kiss her.
Just as he was about to taste her soft red lips again, Bella reached up to block his lips: “You still haven’t told me the method you want to teach me.”
The man’s gaze was deep and obscure, his eyes brimming with fervent passion.
“Let’s do it first, then talk.”
“Tell me first.”
Bella was very insistent, tugging on Ashton’s collar, flipping over to switch their positions.
She sat on his abdomen.
Her tail teasingly tapped the bulge of his pants with each movement.
“What’s the method?” Bella deliberately moved her hips.
The man’s voice was hoarse: “If you keep teasing me like this, I’ll immediately call Doctor Tanner to stand by.”
When he said that, Bella understood instantly, and the blush on her face deepened.
This time she settled down, not daring to move: “Then tell me the method first.”
After speaking, she deliberately added: “I’ve sacrificed so much.”
“Sacrificed?” Ashton chuckled: “Looks like Miss Woods has made quite a preparation to have me teach you how to deal with Oliver Hughes.”
As he spoke, he admired the outfit on her body carefully.
His fingers brushed over her nearly exposed skin.
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Her figure was indeed perfect, everything just right.
Including her growth, everything was just the size for his large hands.
Bella removed his hand, clasping the man’s wrists with both of her hands and pressing them to the side, leaning down to meet his gaze: “Tell me the method.”
“Good girl, with limitless potential.”
“Tell me the method, and you’re saying this?”
“Just amazed at how our obedient Miss Woods, when going mad, the scale is surprising.”
“Uncle!” Bella urged.
Ashton knew she was actually nervous too; this was her first time doing something so bold, and the young girl’s heart was deeply stirred.
He tilted his head, leaving a kiss on the corner of Bella’s lips: “It’s actually simple.”
“How so?” Seeing that he was finally willing to discuss serious matters, Bella listened attentively.
“Didn’t you say before that Third Young Master asked you to help try on dresses? And Cyan Marshall is eager to have you help Third Young Master, making him one of your supporters, right?”
These were things Bella mentioned earlier.
She just didn’t know how this related to their current conversation.
“And then?” Bella speculated.
“And then take the opportunity to build a good relationship with Third Young Master, and have him promise to protect you.”
Bella listened to all this and asked after a while: “Are you serious?”
“Do I seem like I’m not serious?”
Not really.
Aside from the surging passion in his eyes.
“Get close to Third Young Master, let him back you, even if Oliver Hughes catches you in the act, he won’t dare go public.”
