Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 71 - Make peace Little Bella
Chapter 71: Chapter 71: Make peace, Little Bella?
Chapter 71 -71: Make peace, Little Bella?
Bella Woods immediately recognized it as the brand he often used before, almost blurting out, “Did you make the young girl go buy this and bring it to you?”
Was he crazy?
“Young girl?” Ashton Marshall sneered, “Well, she’s a young girl, you’re a child.”
“No, you…”
“If you don’t take it off, I’ll do it myself,” Ashton placed the item aside.
Bella shook her head, “I think I should leave.”
She slid off the desk, but before her feet touched the ground, Ashton pulled her back, swiftly grabbing her T-shirt and lifting it right off.
Bella was left in just her fitted camisole.
“No…”
She panicked, covering her chest, but the action tugged at her shoulder, causing her to gasp in pain.
But she couldn’t worry about the shoulder pain now, “I don’t want to be here, I want to go home.”
“If you really do anything to me here, I will be mad.”
She deliberately put on a serious face.
Ashton glanced at her, a sneer on his lips, as he couldn’t resist pinching Bella’s chubby cheek, “So cute.”
“Hey!”
“Be good, let’s put some ointment on it.” Ashton gently patted her face to comfort her.
Bella was startled, “What?”
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Ashton took a bottle of ointment from the bag, pointing to Bella’s shoulder, “Apply the ointment, otherwise, it’ll hurt for a long time, and you’ll cry.”
Following his words, Bella looked at her right shoulder, only then noticing a large bruise with clear finger marks. It was apparent how hard Oliver Hughes had gripped her earlier.
He was really angry with her for defying him.
While Bella was lost in thought, a cool sensation spread over her shoulder, quickly followed by Ashton’s hand pressing on it, making Bella yelp in pain, “Ouch.”
“It hurts?” Ashton sneered, “I thought you wouldn’t feel pain, so concerned about why your fiancé was angry.”
After saying that, he rubbed harder.
Bella was in such pain she couldn’t stand it, tears welling up, “It hurts, it really hurts.”
“It won’t heal unless it hurts.”
Despite these words, when he saw the tears filling her clear eyes, Ashton lightened his touch considerably, even softening his tone, “It’ll be better soon.”
Bella pursed her lips, staying silent.
But as she blinked, large tears fell.
“Be good, after applying the ointment, how about I take you out to play?” Ashton pulled her into his arms, pressing her face against his chest.
Thinking about how Tim Season would coax women by suggesting shopping, watching movies, or buying gifts, Ashton said, “Buy you a gift?”
Bella said nothing, rubbing her face against his chest, her tears soaking into his shirt, touching his skin directly.
Ashton looked a bit helpless, “Play at the amusement park?”
A completely child-coaxing tone.
Indeed, it was his first time coaxing a child.
Seeing that Bella still hadn’t responded, Ashton sighed, “Watch a movie?”
Bella struggled out of Ashton’s arms, her eyelashes still glistening with tears, “Can I?”
Ashton thought about what he’d just said, watch a movie?
“Yes, after your opening ceremony is over, I’ll take you to a movie in the afternoon.” Ashton nodded.
Bella nodded, “Okay.”
She sniffled, about to wipe away her tears with her hand, but Ashton grabbed her wrist.
He took a tissue, leaned forward, and wiped Bella’s tears away, “You still have makeup on, don’t rub it.”
Her eye makeup had smeared quite a bit rubbing against his shirt, so Ashton carefully wiped her pretty little face clean, looking satisfied only then.
“Yeah, looks good.”
“Do you really think I’m pretty?” Bella couldn’t help asking.
“Yeah, beautiful,” Ashton praised without holding back.
Bella couldn’t help but smile, lowering her head with a blush creeping across her cheeks, somewhat bashful, “How could I compare to your beauty.”
“So you’re very lucky.”
“What?” Bella didn’t understand.
“Beautiful yourself, and having a more beautiful me,” Ashton raised an eyebrow.
Bella paused for two seconds, then burst into laughter, “You’re so narcissistic, and what kind of man calls himself pretty like that?”
“Isn’t that the note you gave me,” Ashton raised an eyebrow, reading off the note Bella gave him, “Pretty male prostitute, pretty uncle.”
Anyway, it was always connected to the word “pretty.”
Having her notes read out loud, Bella was a bit embarrassed, but laughed even happier.
Her eyes curved happily, bright and cheery.
Ashton pulled over her wrist which she’d sprained earlier, gently rubbing it, yet couldn’t help being infected by her radiant smile, smiling along with her.
Really a magical kid.
When sad, she made him feel heartache.
When happy, she made him want to be happy too.
Her influence was strong, easily swaying people’s emotions.
“Was that girl you had earlier the one who helped you open the bathroom door?” Bella suddenly realized, “What… is your relationship?”
“Connections.” Ashton said with an enigmatic tone.
But then he added, “Nothing will ever cross the line with her. I’m yours, only yours, at least for this year, no one else besides you will have me.”
He stared at her.
Bella’s heart, which had just calmed down, started pounding wildly again.
This time even more fiercely than before.
It seemed the other knew how much she cared about this, so whenever things touched upon this topic, he’d immediately clarify, not let her misunderstand or let her mind it.
This attention to detail made Bella’s heart flutter madly.
This kind of fluttering was irresistible.
She couldn’t help glancing at Ashton, and when their eyes met, Bella swiftly averted her gaze again.
But Ashton moved close, his hands wrapping around her slim waist, “Since she bought the item, wouldn’t it be a waste not to use it?”
The man’s voice was seductive.
Though phrased as a question, he didn’t give Bella any chance to respond, already capturing Bella’s earlobe in his mouth, his fingers wandering back and forth over her sensitive spine.
He completely knew all of Bella’s body’s sensitive spots, and with no trouble at all, made this naive girl surrender.
Eighteen-year-old girls have no restraint in these areas.
Especially when in the throes of wild heartbeats, completely beyond one’s control, impossible to refuse.
He suddenly embraced her from the desk, flipping her body, avoiding her shoulder and wrist, pressing down, kissing the back of her ear again and again.
Biting gently here and there, sucking gently.
“Little Bella.” He suddenly whispered in her ear.
Bella mumbled a response, voice sticky and sweet, “What?”
“We’ve made up, hmm?” the man asked, his hand slipping under her camisole hem, stretching the elastic fabric to its max.
“Made up?”
Not getting the answer he wanted, he mischievously pinched, making Bella instinctively let out a muffled sound – with a tinge of enchanting sweetness.
And he was still waiting for an answer.
Have we made up, Little Bella?
No matter how harsh words were spoken before, they were just angry words, as long as she says they’ve made up, it could all be forgotten.
