Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 138: Sweet-Talker, Third Young Master Marshall Has a Way with Words

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: Sweet-Talker, Third Young Master Marshall Has a Way with Words

Bella Woods pressed her lips together, suppressing the smile that was about to emerge.

No matter what age, girls like compliments.

Especially from someone like Ashton Marshall, who, with the simplest words, can make people feel elated.

Ashton easily perceived Bella Woods’ happiness, and leaned closer to her face, urging her to respond to his earlier question: "Hmm?"

Bella quickly averted her gaze and, even while pressing her lips firmly together, she couldn’t stop the corners of her mouth from lifting.

Particularly as Ashton’s overly handsome face moved closer, his usually deep, ocean-like eyes now carried a hint of mischief and playfulness, making Bella Woods completely lose control.

"Little Bella Woods, what’s your request?"

"Why little beauty, and not big beauty?" Bella suddenly pointed out a flaw in his speech.

Ashton quickly replied, "Because I want you to always be the child by my side, to take care of you, and to keep you to myself."

At this, he reached out to caress Bella Woods’ face, "I don’t want you to shine too brightly, or too many people will be after you."

Bella Woods was completely overjoyed, hurriedly taking away Ashton’s hand, "I never thought that the Third Young Master Marshall of the prestigious Marshall Family in Peace City could be so sweet-talking."

"I don’t even bother speaking to most people," Ashton smiled, "only to our little Bella Woods."

"Oh." Bella intentionally responded in this way.

Seeing Ashton looking at her directly at this moment, Bella intentionally put on a serious face, "Although you said many nice things, I’m still upset about tonight’s banquet incident. You need to make it up to me."

"Miss Bella Woods, please speak." Ashton nodded.

"Take me to eat stinky tofu," Bella stated plainly.

Ashton was taken aback, "Stinky tofu?"

What was that?

"Yes, stinky tofu. I haven’t had it in a long time and I want to eat it," Bella said.

Ashton thought for a moment, "I can arrange for it..."

"No, I want you to take me," Bella shook her head.

"Okay," Ashton did not refuse, holding Bella Woods and stepping down from the railing.

Not long after, the Bentley that had been left on the roadside drove up slowly.

The driver got out, respectfully greeted Ashton and Bella, and then left.

Ashton stepped forward and opened the passenger door, "You can get in the car now?"

"You seem quite impatient," Bella tilted her head, her face reading: If the Third Young Master is impatient, I can leave anytime.

Ashton chuckled lowly and quickly said, "Being able to take Miss Bella Woods to eat stinky tofu is my honor."

"Then I shall fulfill your honor."

Bella got into the car happily, pulling across the seatbelt and fastening it.

Seeing her series of actions, Ashton closed the passenger door with a smirk and a shake of his head. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

For Ashton, accustomed to luxury, stinky tofu was just a term, and there was no vivid scene when Bella mentioned it.

Until, under Bella’s guidance, the Bentley drove into the old city and stopped in front of a row of roadside stalls.

Ashton looked at Bella in suspicion, "Is this what you want to eat?"

Bella nodded, "I’ve researched it. Among Peace City’s several night markets, this row has the most variety and the best taste."

"You’ve researched?"

"Yes, when I first came to Peace, I was a bit stressed. I’d go out looking for food at night when I couldn’t sleep," Bella’s voice was a bit soft.

Those nights seemed ordinary but were the only remedy for her oppressive days over four years.

Every time she sat at these makeshift tables and chairs to eat, Bella would feel like she was back home, and the pressure in her heart wasn’t as great.

As Bella reminisced about those days, she suddenly felt an extra hand on her head.

"Whatever you want to eat, I’ll get it for you today, okay?" The man softly rubbed Bella’s head, his voice gentle with care.

Bella nodded, pulling off the seatbelt and placing the coat Ashton draped over her on the back seat.

Ashton took off his watch, tossed it aside, and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt.

By the time Bella got out of the car, Ashton was already by her side, naturally holding her hand as they walked toward the bustling, somewhat dirty night market.

From birth, the Third Young Master Marshall was a favored child of the heavens, always present in high-society settings.

This was the first time the Third Young Master had stepped into the world of ordinary life.

Just to coax a little girl.

Ashton looked down at the young girl beside him, clearly noticing that from the moment they entered this place, she had become very excited and seemed familiar with it.

Her eyes sparkled as she searched for the stall she wanted.

When she found it, her eyes shone even more, dragging Ashton to the stall.

"Boss, one serving of stinky tofu, make it all black, a bit spicy, and add pickled radish," Bella’s voice turned bright.

Ashton paid the bill on the side, watching Bella in this state, remembering the little girl who first came to Peace City yearning to reunite with family but faced indifference from relatives and condescension from the social circle.

Burdened and heavy every day, but when she came here, she cast off everything, happily shouting her orders at the boss, carrying a bowl of stinky tofu, and eating joyfully, even her eyebrows danced.

Unknowingly, Ashton’s gaze towards Bella Woods was filled with more compassion.

He could no longer distinguish if it was because he met Bella Woods at a time when his compassion was overflowing, making him feel sorry for her.

Or if it was simply because she was Bella Woods, which made him especially tender-hearted.

"Miss, yours is ready." The boss handed the stinky tofu, placed in a disposable bowl, to Bella.

As Bella was about to take it, Ashton casually held it, his large hand supporting the bottom of the bowl, presenting it in front of Bella.

Bella raised her head, happily picking up a piece of stinky tofu with a skewer and feeding it to Ashton’s mouth.

"No need," Ashton protested, holding Bella’s wrist with his other hand, feeding it back to her mouth.

Bella reveled in the delight of the flavors, teasing Ashton, "You’re missing out."

She had noticed Ashton’s expression of aversion when the stinky tofu was being seasoned after coming out of the pot.

The young master clearly wasn’t accustomed to this taste.

"What else to eat?" Ashton draped his arm over Bella’s shoulder, leading her away from this stall.

"I also want grilled sausage," Bella tilted her chin, looking at the grilled sausage stall ahead.

Ashton led her over, "Just one..."

"Three," Bella quickly interjected.

Ashton looked skeptically at Bella’s slender figure; she usually ate so little, and now she wanted three?

"I can eat," Bella immediately emphasized, "Besides, three is cheaper."

Ashton: ...

Though speechless, he found seeing another side of Bella Woods to be more amusing.

The Bella Woods from the Woods Family was just a well-behaved porcelain doll, devoid of life.

The Bella Woods at the roadside stall was like she had a soul injected into her, lively and vibrant.

Ashton rubbed Bella’s head, looking at the dirty and chaotic street, suppressing his aversion, and said...