Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 137: How can I cheer up Miss Woods?

Bella Woods was already unhappy, and now she was becoming more and more upset.

She glared at Ashton Marshall.

And he was smiling.

Bella Woods walked a few steps forward, but eventually, she couldn’t resist and turned back to stomp heavily on Ashton Marshall’s foot.

An Italian handmade black leather shoe immediately bore a small footprint.

The dignified Third Young Master Marshall, it was indeed the first time someone had thrown such a tantrum at him.

But his face showed no sign of impatience or anger, just an uncontrollable smile.

Ashton Marshall also knew, if he let Bella Woods continue to lose her temper, it would be hard to cheer her up later.

He quickened his pace to catch up, walking beside Bella Woods: "The reason I put the necklace in was because..."

Bella Woods covered her ears and ran forward, determined not to listen.

Ashton Marshall sped up, catching up to her, and hugged her waist from behind, lifting her and setting her on the lakeside railing.

He placed his hands on the railing beside Bella Woods, looking up at her sitting there.

"Won’t you hear my explanation?" Ashton Marshall smiled.

"What’s there to explain," Bella Woods said, "It’s just that you felt the cup I gave wasn’t grand enough. So you casually threw in a necklace worth millions to save my face."

The more she spoke, the more upset Bella Woods felt.

She wanted to say more, but after opening her mouth, she chose to stay silent, refusing to continue.

"If there’s more to say, go on," Ashton Marshall said, "Say everything and then I’ll speak."

"I have nothing more to say." Bella Woods was being insincere.

Ashton Marshall just stared at Bella Woods without speaking.

The cool lake breeze blew, messing up Bella Woods’s hair and her heart alike.

Bella Woods wanted to come down, but Ashton Marshall wouldn’t let her.

"What do you want from me?" Bella Woods asked, a bit agitated.

"I want you to say what you left unsaid," Ashton Marshall said bluntly, staring at Bella Woods.

Long accustomed to high positions, his slightest gesture would invite people’s interpretations of his intentions.

To be precise, Ashton Marshall had not felt the need to speak so plainly for many years, and he was usually too impatient to bother with words.

But it was different with Bella Woods.

This kid was special.

This kid was the one he had audaciously taken from Oliver Hughes.

"Little Bella," Ashton Marshall’s voice softened a lot, "Say what you want to say. I’m waiting for you."

Bella Woods opened her mouth, looking at Ashton Marshall.

Even she didn’t realize that just moments ago she was fuming, but faced with Ashton Marshall’s encouraging and gentle words, her anger melted away.

In fact, looking at Ashton Marshall, she even felt a small sense of grievance.

After about two or three minutes, Bella Woods finally spoke: "You think the gift I gave Tessa Sutton, the Sutton family’s daughter, wasn’t presentable, so you added a necklace.

But I don’t like it. I have money now; it’s not that I can’t afford presentable gifts. I just think it’s unnecessary, I’m not that close to Tessa.

I don’t need to ingratiate myself, and I don’t need to rely on the Sutton family’s connections."

She didn’t need any of the connections in Peace City.

She was leaving, so what relationship was there to maintain?

"I’m just curious what Peace City’s social circle would be like without Oliver Hughes leading me, without Oliver Hughes’ friends’ contempt and deliberate targeting."

"Now that you’ve been there, what did you feel?" Ashton Marshall asked.

Bella Woods shook her head: "Very boring, and all the same. Arrogance, comparison..."

"They just look down on me." Bella Woods lowered her eyes, quite upset: "They look down on me and mock me. You look down on me too. You mock me."

"You think I put the necklace in to mock you?" Ashton Marshall lifted Bella Woods’s chin with his hand, making her face him: "When talking to someone, don’t always lower your head.

Even if you’re in the right, your presence is weak."

"You’re not others. In front of you, I can’t fake presence," Bella Woods retorted.

Who could have any presence in front of the Third Young Master Marshall?

"You’re upset because you think I look down on you too, that I’m also humiliating you." Ashton Marshall voiced Bella Woods’s emotions.

Bella Woods didn’t speak, but her silence was acquiescence.

The words she wanted to say but didn’t a moment ago all spilled out now, her heart inexplicably beginning to race.

She could be straightforward with anyone else, speak plainly without sparing their feelings — the awkwardness was merely a momentary tension, after which she found it inconsequential.

Go crazy if necessary.

She didn’t need a relationship she had to force.

But...

It’s different in front of Ashton Marshall.

She felt fear and apprehension.

"I put in the necklace because I was worried you’d be bullied," Ashton Marshall sighed, his tone steady. "The people attending Tessa Sutton’s birthday party are mostly those who hang out with Oliver.

They always find trouble with you, and especially at a girls’ birthday party, where gift-opening and comparison are inevitable."

Bella Woods looked at Ashton Marshall, surprised.

He even took the gift-opening comparison into account.

Ashton Marshall continued: "They know your background, so they know you can’t give anything valuable. So they’d surely ridicule your gift.

Adding a necklace, not too expensive, would outshine most at the scene."

Bella Woods listened quietly, and after a while, she asked: "Was Tim Season also your doing?"

"Yes, our little one was being bullied, and someone had to be there to support you." Ashton Marshall tidied Bella Woods’s hair, taking the elastic off his wrist to tie her hair.

"You didn’t want me to appear, so I had to arrange for someone to be there. I couldn’t let you be bullied," Ashton Marshall added.

"Didn’t you say you wanted me to grow up and handle it myself?" Bella Woods asked. Even she didn’t notice how much softer her voice had become, with a hint of coquettishness.

Ashton Marshall took a step forward, pulling Bella Woods into his arms: "It’s about growing up, not getting bullied."

Bella Woods buried her face in Ashton Marshall’s shoulder. The cool breeze by the lake kept blowing, but the warmth and scent of the man intoxicated her.

In that moment, Bella Woods felt doomed, afraid that she couldn’t leave when the time came.

This person was too astonishing, too comprehensive. Bella Woods couldn’t restrain her infatuation.

Even if Ashton Marshall had some flaws, she would find excuses for them.

"Ashton Marshall." Bella Woods murmured.

"Hmm?"

"I’m still unhappy," Bella Woods said, sitting up and pouting.

And before she could finish her sentence, Ashton Marshall tilted his head up and kissed her.

His hand supported Bella Woods’s lower back: "Are you still unhappy now?"

"Yes, still unhappy." She kept a straight face.

Ashton Marshall kissed her again: "So, Miss Bella Woods, can you tell me how to cheer you up, to make you happy?"

Bella Woods pretended to think deeply: "Yes."

Seeing her like this, Ashton Marshall knew she wanted something from him, but he still played along: "Then would the kind and lovely Bella Woods smile and tell me how to cheer you up?"