Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 70 - He said I am yours only yours
Chapter 70 -70: He said, I am yours, only yours.
Chapter 70 -70: He said, I am yours, only yours.
Just now, when Oliver Hughes almost crushed her shoulder, she didn’t feel aggrieved from the pain.
When Oliver pushed her to the ground, and Sienna Warren’s scornful provocation followed, she felt no grievance or urge to cry.
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Yet, with just one sentence from this man, all her feelings of grievance surged up.
Bella Woods even thought of leaning into him, hugging him, and inhaling his unique, comforting, refreshing scent that made her feel at ease.
Only, she never had the courage to throw herself into that longed-for embrace.
“The only thing you taught was to apologize, not today’s incident,” Bella Woods replied drily, her mouth pouting.
In Ashton Marshall’s eyes, she looked like a child sulking, being rebellious.
She didn’t even spare him another glance.
“You’re quite an interesting kid,” Ashton Marshall was instead amused: “I have to teach you step by step. If I don’t teach a step, you’ll get bullied.”
“Then it doesn’t matter to us anymore. Whether I get bullied or not, you’ll still care.” Bella Woods blurted out.
Something in her chest felt like it was being hammered, heavy and stifled.
“I asked you to send clothes, and you didn’t…”
“What did you say?” Ashton Marshall truly didn’t catch it.
“Nothing!” Bella Woods turned her head away, with a little hint of the pouting she hadn’t noticed herself.
Ashton Marshall opened his mouth, but couldn’t bring himself to say the words of advice.
Finally, he snorted, extending his hand towards Bella Woods: “Come here.”
Bella Woods looked at him in surprise and froze for a moment: “Wha- why?”
“Doing…” Ashton Marshall raised an eyebrow: “You.”
The straightforward teasing instantly turned Bella Woods’ face red with embarrassment. She glared at him angrily and was just about to leave.
“Come here, hug me.” Ashton Marshall called out to her, “I miss you, hurry up.”
“Just because you said come over, I don’t want to.” Bella Woods retorted stubbornly.
“Really don’t want to?” Ashton Marshall tilted his head.
“Mmm.” Bella Woods replied perfunctorily, “I’m leaving.”
Just as she turned to walk out, the man who had been sitting on the desk put his feet on the floor, swiftly stepped forward, clasped her waist with one hand, and lifted her.
In a swift reverse, she was placed on the desk.
Bella Woods was startled, her hand instinctively resting on the man’s chest.
Before she could speak, he grabbed her hand, bent down, and embraced her with her small frame.
The sequence of actions happened so quickly it was over in the blink of an eye.
By the time Bella Woods reacted, she was enveloped in the fresh scent she had longed for, bringing an indescribable sense of security.
All the grievances she had been holding back seemed to suddenly surge up at this moment.
Her nose felt sour and her eyes stung.
But her mouth remained tough: “Why are you hugging me? Didn’t we already say it clearly, that there’s nothing between us anymore, I’m not supporting you.”
As soon as the words left her lips, Bella Woods felt the man hug her a little tighter.
“Not supporting me because you’re upset, thinking I agreed to be with you but got involved with someone else, hmm?” Ashton Marshall spoke lightly, deliberately nibbled on Bella Woods’ ear.
Bella Woods instinctively shrank her neck, not responding.
Ashton Marshall pulled her away, tidied her messy hair, and wiped the tears at the corners of her eyes.
His deep eyes locked onto Bella Woods, saying earnestly, “Since I’ve been with you, you’re the only one. I promised you, for this year I’ll be with you, so for this year, I’ll only be with you.”
Bella Woods was stunned, her eyelashes trembling as she stared at Ashton Marshall.
Those deep eyes had always been unfathomable to Bella Woods, but at this moment, she could feel the seriousness within them, free of any pretense.
He said, “Bella Woods, I’m yours, only for you.”
Bella Woods’ mouth parted slightly, her heart fluttering wildly.
The intensity of its pounding seemed as though it was about to break free from her flesh and bones, proving the profound impact of that sentence on her.
“Hmm?” Without Bella Woods’ response, Ashton Marshall slightly raised an eyebrow.
It took Bella Woods a while to react, her brain stopped working, she just instinctively cupped Ashton Marshall’s face, leaned up, and kissed him.
Initiating, tangling with a wet little tongue, clumsily but passionately inviting him to dance together.
Responding to her initiation, Ashton Marshall curved his lips, clasping the back of Bella Woods’ head, turning passive into active, more than that, he gently pressed her down, protecting her waist and head, letting her lie on the desk.
In the empty classroom, their kiss sounded on and off, accompanied by the girl’s suppressed urgent breathing.
As Ashton Marshall’s hand slowly pulled up her T-shirt to slip in, Bella Woods intensified her grip on his shoulder, tugging painfully at her injury, causing her to involuntarily hiss in pain.
Ashton Marshall halted his movements, shielding her head, his nose brushing hers: “What’s wrong?”
“Ahem!”
A sudden awkward cough from outside startled Bella Woods, who quickly pushed Ashton Marshall away, only to further strain her aching shoulder.
Ashton Marshall helped her sit up.
“Is it you?” Bella Woods immediately recognized the person who entered was the pretty girl who had swapped clothes with her in the bathroom earlier.
She was still wearing Bella Woods’ coffee-stained shirt, her thick long curly hair tied into a bun, fully displaying her striking features.
“Did I, um, disturb you two?” she said, intentionally giving Ashton Marshall a couple of extra glances.
Bella Woods didn’t understand, only feeling the girl’s gaze upon the man beside her was rather strange.
Ashton Marshall pulled Bella Woods’ clothes back into place, extending his hand to the girl: “The thing.”
“Here.” She handed the white bag to Ashton Marshall.
“Leave.” Ashton Marshall took the item, unceremoniously ordering.
“Hey, are you just going to use me and then tell me to leave?” The girl was evidently displeased.
She immediately folded her arms, making a stance as if ready to argue with Ashton Marshall.
But Ashton Marshall merely turned his head, raising an eyebrow: “Is there a problem?”
The girl’s stance faltered on the spot, swallowing hard and stepping back: “Indeed, having been used means I should leave, that’s the basic courtesy of being a tool.”
Saying that, she turned and left with no reservations, even helping to close the door properly.
Watching this entire series of operations, Bella Woods couldn’t help but laugh softly.
“What are you laughing at?” Ashton Marshall glanced at her.
After making sure she was seated properly, he released her and began inspecting the contents of the bag: “Take off your clothes.”
“Huh?” Bella Woods failed to comprehend.
“Do you need me to undress you?” Ashton Marshall’s intense gaze bore into her, focusing on the earlier pulled-up clothing.
“Isn’t it inappropriate, this is a classroom…”
“An empty classroom, no one will come by.”
“But…”
“But what.”
Ashton Marshall suddenly approached, placing both hands on either side of the desk Bella Woods sat on, bending over, and staring right at her: “It seems we haven’t played here before?”
“Little heiress, do you want to try?”
He lowered his voice, luring her.
Bella Woods looked at his face and listened to the enticing voice, her willpower vanished.
Her heart was still pounding uncontrollably, she dared not continue looking at him: “But there’s… nothing here.”
“You mean this?”
Ashton Marshall pulled out a condom in a square foil package…
