Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 211: Third Young Master: Because My Little Girlfriend Likes It

Chapter 211: Chapter 211: Third Young Master: Because My Little Girlfriend Likes It

"Little Bella, how long have you been here?" Tim Season couldn’t resist probing.

"I just arrived." Bella Woods pretended to be casual, then worriedly asked, "Did I ... come at a bad time, interrupt your meeting?"

"No, not at all." Tim Season waved his hand hurriedly, "You arrived just in time, we just finished, and I was about to leave with the documents."

Tim Season waved the documents in his hand and walked out.

As he reached the door, Tim Season couldn’t help but glance back inside.

When Bella Woods picked up the milk tea, Ashton Marshall naturally took it from her, helped her take it out, and inserted the straw to feed her.

"Is it good?"

Whenever Ashton Marshall spoke to her, he was always three times more gentle than usual.

Bella Woods took a sip with a smile, her eyes sparkling, and brought the milk tea to Ashton Marshall’s lips, "Try it, it’s really good, fragrant and sticky."

The Ashton Marshall that Tim Season knew would utterly resist sweet foods like milk tea.

Especially milk tea, which Ashton once mocked as ’saccharin water concocted with sugar.’

But Tim Season watched as, under Bella Woods’ smiling gaze, Ashton Marshall bent down to sip and kept smiling, "It’s good."

He ruffled her hair.

The whole scene was as sweet as a couple newly in love.

Tim Season sighed and quietly helped close the door.

He thought, when Ashton Marshall first met Bella Woods, perhaps he did feel sorry for her, as she was relentlessly bullied by Oliver Hughes.

But now, it’s definitely not out of pity.

Ashton Marshall, oh Ashton Marshall, you’ve truly fallen for Bella Woods.

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Bella Woods saw when Tim Season left.

She looked at Ashton Marshall with a smile, pretending she hadn’t heard anything earlier.

She could only pretend she didn’t hear anything.

Otherwise, what?

Cause a scene?

On what grounds, what status, what reason?

He’s just sympathetic to her, feeling sorry, and now that he’s unsure how to handle her because his first love has returned, he’s just not straightforward about it.

Ashton Marshall is probably waiting, waiting for the Hughes Family banquet to end, for her to go abroad.

Waiting for their story to completely end, so he and his first love can finally be together.

Even if Bella Woods masked it well, just thinking about these things made her heart ache unbearably.

Bella Woods simply threw herself into Ashton Marshall’s arms, pressing her face tightly against his chest, and rubbed back and forth.

"What’s wrong?" Ashton Marshall patted Bella Woods’ shoulder a bit puzzled.

"I just missed you a lot," Bella Woods’ voice was muffled, "Today at the Hughes’ place, Aunt Cyan picked out a lot of clothes for me. I was just thinking, if only you were there."

"Why don’t you go to the Hughes Family again tomorrow?" Ashton Marshall gently pulled Bella Woods out of his embrace.

Bella Woods was surprised, "Why?"

"Didn’t you say it would have been nice if I were there today?" Ashton Marshall raised an eyebrow, "Go again tomorrow, have Aunt Cyan choose with you again, and I’ll be there."

Bella Woods couldn’t help but laugh, "Well, Third Young Master, you do have a childish side."

"My girlfriend is young, if I don’t accompany her childishness, there might be a generation gap."

He naturally hugged Bella Woods, speaking as if it was a matter of course.

To Bella Woods, those words were a tease.

Her heart fluttered uncontrollably.

She was grateful.

Grateful that Ashton Marshall was willing to say such sweet things at this time, to coax her and make her happy.

Though being treated as a stand-in was painful, Bella Woods felt more gratitude towards Ashton Marshall.

Grateful that when she hit rock bottom, he pulled her out and taught her to grow.

And grateful that he was willing to offer a dignified end for the two of them.

At least during this time, he was hers.

"Ashton Marshall."

"Hmm?"

"Are you hungry, want some late-night snacks?" Bella Woods asked with a smile.

Ashton Marshall lightly tapped her nose, quickly catching on, "Hungry, I want to make late-night snacks, keep me company, will you?"

"No." Bella Woods shook her head.

Ashton Marshall looked at her suspiciously, puzzled that he actually guessed wrong about the kid’s thought.

"You’re hungry, I’ll make you a late-night snack." Bella Woods smiled.

"Our Little Bella is so good." Ashton Marshall kissed her forehead, his voice softening slightly: "But, no need, I’ll do it, okay?"

Living together for so long, he hardly let her touch the kitchen or any chores.

He didn’t let her do any hard labor.

Ashton Marshall rarely used servants; when it came to taking care of her, he was hands-on.

"No, I want to make late-night snacks." Bella Woods shook her head firmly, "I’ve been experimenting with seafood noodles, they’re really delicious, fragrant, and spicy, I want to try."

"Fragrant and spicy?" Ashton Marshall mimicked Bella Woods’ tone.

"Yes." Bella Woods placed the milk tea into Ashton Marshall’s arms, "Here, Third Young Master, you just enjoy watching shows in the living room, I’ll make you some late-night snacks."

"I’ll just go change clothes first."

Bella Woods said and ran towards the closet, not giving Ashton Marshall a chance to refuse.

Ashton Marshall stood there watching her leave, raised a brow, then took a sip of the milk tea, still suspicious of this item.

Hmm, it used to taste sweet and unpleasant.

Now it’s not bad.

Probably because his little girlfriend likes it.

Bella Woods changed clothes quickly, and when she came out, Ashton Marshall was sitting on the sofa, turning on the TV looking for a variety show.

"Watch the show with my favorite ten people," Bella Woods reminded.

The show had two seasons, plus two group seasons, Bella Woods almost memorized it, but every time she watched it, she wanted Ashton Marshall to watch it too.

She enjoyed it.

"Come here," Ashton Marshall waved her over.

Bella Woods obediently walked over, and Ashton Marshall cupped her face, leaning back to kiss Bella Woods’ lips.

A reckless invasion, wanton possession, entangling.

Bella Woods obediently responded, naturally holding Ashton Marshall’s cheeks.

When the kiss ended, her forehead leaned against Ashton Marshall’s, their lips curving into smiles almost simultaneously.

"Alright, I’m going to make you some late-night snacks now, can’t let our Third Young Master go hungry."

Ashton Marshall kissed her lips again softly, "Go ahead."

Bella Woods giggled her way to the kitchen.

Only when the kitchen door closed did her smile fade, her usually bright eyes filling with tears.

She made a great effort to control herself.

To fiercely remind herself, having had this time with Ashton Marshall, feeling love and care was already her blessing, not to demand more.

In the living room.

Ashton Marshall turned on the variety show, though never interested in these things.

But because of Bella Woods, he got very familiar with a show.

But Ashton Marshall only watched for a moment before getting up, heading to the kitchen...