Chapter 77: Chapter 77: Third Young Master Marshall: I Want to Give Her the Best, Any Problem?

Chapter 77 -77: Third Young Master Marshall: I Want to Give Her the Best, Any Problem?

Cyan Marshall looked over a row of dresses prepared for Bella Woods and instantly found them lacking.

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Cyan Marshall’s mind was filled with the image of the golden dress Bella Woods tried on that day in the boutique.

It was grand enough and beautiful enough to transform Bella completely.

From a modest girl to a lavish little heiress.

But at that time, Ashton Marshall’s words gave her pause; she felt Bella’s personality and other attributes weren’t quite suited to such a bold and dazzling gold.

Yet, seeing the three dresses Ashton Marshall prepared, which obviously overshadow the main character, Cyan Marshall couldn’t sit still.

“What’s Ashton Marshall up to?”

Cyan Marshall couldn’t hold back and dialed Ashton Marshall’s number.

“What’s the matter?” A deep voice came through the receiver.

The familiarity stunned Bella Woods for a few seconds.

“Bella has tried on the dresses you sent. I took photos and sent them to you. You can choose when the time comes,” Cyan Marshall explained succinctly.

“Third Young Master, we’re very sorry, a part of the plane is missing; you won’t be able to fly tonight. Should I arrange for you to return to the hotel and rest?”

A respectful inquiry came from the staff over the phone.

Cyan Marshall then asked, “Are you going on a business trip?”

“Yes, there’s an issue with the project in Country A, I need to go for a few days.”

“What about Oliver’s engagement party…”

“I’ll be there as promised,” Ashton Marshall replied.

“This dress…” Cyan Marshall hesitated for a moment, “Will it outshine the main event?”

“I want to give her the best, is there a problem?”

The man’s overbearing words were absolutely firm, and Cyan Marshall couldn’t argue.

Ashton Marshall was busy on the other side and ended the call without saying much more to Cyan Marshall.

This left Cyan Marshall staring at her phone screen, feeling a bit grave: “Either he has no women around, or once he’s certain, he’s absolute.”

“Big Sis.” Calvin Marshall shifted slightly, discreetly glancing at Bella Woods: “I’ve seen that girl; she’s a good girl, and my brother dotes on her a lot.”

Hearing gossip about Third Young Master Marshall, Bella Woods couldn’t help but perk her ears to listen a bit more.

Could it be that someone as lofty as Third Young Master is… a romantic?

“You’ve met her?” Cyan Marshall was quite surprised; she hadn’t met her.

“Yes, he asked me for a favor, so I met her,” Calvin thought for a moment, “Big Sis, you’d better be prepared. My brother values that girl a lot; he might spare no effort to be with her.”

“This is a good thing, you said she’s a good girl, and Ashton’s invested; it’s a good thing,” Cyan Marshall thought Calvin was just being childish, “What should I be prepared for, to prepare a gift?”

Mentioning this, Cyan Marshall realized she had been so busy with Bella Woods and Oliver Hughes’ engagement that she forgot to prepare a gift for Ashton Marshall’s girlfriend.

At first, she thought Ashton Marshall was bringing someone just to silence the Marshall Family, but now it wasn’t the case.

If Ashton Marshall wants to give the best to someone, he gives what the other desires most, standing in their world, not what he thinks is best.

Only a mature man like Ashton Marshall could have such a mindset, something Oliver Hughes would never learn in his lifetime.

Thinking of Oliver Hughes, Cyan Marshall couldn’t help but sigh.

“Bella.”

Cyan Marshall held Bella Woods’ hand, sitting beside her, “Aunt Cyan wants to discuss something with you.”

“Please go on, Aunt Cyan.”

“How about the golden dress we tried on at the store that day?” Cyan Marshall said, “I know you don’t like how flashy gold is, but as the engagement’s main character, we can’t be overshadowed.”

Given Ashton Marshall was bringing his girlfriend to attend, she would inevitably become the focus of the engagement party.

If Bella Woods’ dress couldn’t compare to Ashton Marshall’s girlfriend, she’d be completely overlooked.

“The engagement party can’t be overlooked,” Cyan Marshall added.

“I’ll listen to Aunt Cyan,” Bella Woods was very well-behaved, “Aunt Cyan knows best which one suits me, so I’ll wear whichever one Aunt Cyan chooses.”

After saying this, Bella Woods instinctively glanced at Calvin Marshall: “I haven’t attended occasions like this before. I think Aunt Cyan will choose the best for me, so I’ll follow her advice.”

Saying this made Bella Woods’ heart race wildly.

For the first time, she spoke so softly and even a bit coyly.

In front of an intimate elder.

Even Cyan Marshall was stunned for two seconds by Bella Woods’ words, then felt a wave of emotion wash over her.

Her Bella had suddenly grown up.

“Alright, since Bella trusts me so much, Aunt Cyan will definitely arrange everything well for you,” Cyan Marshall brushed Bella Woods’ head.

“I know, Aunt Cyan has always cared for me, I feel very fortunate,” Bella Woods tried hard to express feelings she never knew how to convey before.

Just after Bella Woods finished speaking, the butler came over to report that dinner was ready.

“Then Aunt Cyan, I’ll return the dresses first.”

Only after Cyan Marshall nodded did Bella Woods go to the cloakroom to change.

Once Bella Woods completely left the living room, Cyan Marshall called over to Calvin Marshall: “Sixty, help Bella more at school; she doesn’t have many friends.”

Calvin Marshall was taken aback.

Suddenly remembering when he received a call from Ashton Marshall asking him to open the restroom door, Ashton Marshall said: My little one has a great personality; I’ll give you the chance to have a true friend.

The same meaning, two vastly different tones.

One filled with pitying compassion.

One elevating Bella, feeling proud of her every aspect.

Calvin didn’t think Cyan Marshall’s affection for Bella Woods was fake; he simply suddenly understood why Ashton Marshall cherished Bella Woods so much.

Those who liked Bella pitied her and wanted to squat down and accompany her.

But they didn’t know a girl who never received love wouldn’t understand how to accept sudden emotions from others; finding them invaluable, she felt at a loss.

Only carefully cradling them, subconsciously pleasing others, wronging herself to repay the affection.

Oliver Hughes was the perfect example back then.

Only Ashton understood her, wanting her to stand up on her own.

He wanted Bella Woods to be proud, justifiably accepting all love, not feeling at a loss receiving love from others.

“Big Sis.” Calvin hooked Cyan Marshall’s arm: “In the future, I’ll definitely find someone older, mature.”

To understand love.

Those younger, like Oliver Hughes, are just foolish.

Cyan Marshall felt a sense of powerlessness as though her son had been scolded, with no way to refute it.

Dinner was served.

As soon as Bella Woods changed her clothes, she received a message on her phone.

It was a photo from the handsome uncle, an angled shot of the living room.

Bella Woods tilted her head, immediately recognizing it was the effect of casually taking a picture lying on the couch in their new home.

Bella’s eyes sparkled as she quickly typed: You haven’t left?

Handsome Uncle: The plane’s broken, leaving tomorrow morning.

Bella Woods: I just heard my Aunt Cyan on the phone with Third Young Master, he also said the plane’s broken, what a coincidence.

Handsome Uncle: Hungry.

Bella Woods clenched her phone tightly, making a decision: Wait for me, I’ll come back and cook for you!