Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 140: Anxious, Don’t Tease Me Like This

Bella Woods was trying to run away.

But just as she pushed Ashton Marshall away, jumped off the sink, and tried to run outside, Ashton reached out and retrieved her, carrying her toward the bathtub.

"I can wash myself," Bella said, her hands pressing on Ashton’s shoulders, with a flattering smile.

Ashton gazed down at her, smirking slightly, "Our Miss Bella must be tired. Let me serve you with a bath tonight."

"To have the grand Third Young Master Marshall serve me, I’m afraid I’ll lose years off my life," Bella quickly said.

"No worries, I’m also taken care of by Miss Bella, am I not?" Ashton raised an eyebrow.

Bella felt awkward, and before she could respond, Ashton had tossed her into a bathtub full of warm water.

She struggled for a moment before sitting steady, wiped the water off her face, and almost had a nosebleed at the sight before her.

The noble and precious Third Young Master stood before her now, leisurely undressing himself.

The buttons of his white shirt were undone one by one, revealing the hem tucked into his suit pants. In removing the shirt, his muscles tightened from the motion, their lines aesthetically pleasing.

Bella watched, gaping in amazement, swallowing her saliva several times without realizing it.

She couldn’t deny that Ashton Marshall, in every inch of his face and body, was drool-worthy.

"Little rich woman," he suddenly called, the title she had insisted on before, now said in a soft, deep, entrancingly seductive tone. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Each word, each syllable, hooked onto Bella’s heart like countless small hooks, making it itch.

Bella’s breath began to quicken.

The man approached the bathtub, one hand pulling off his belt, the other lifting her chin as he bent down, his breath warm on her face.

"Do you like it, little rich woman?"

Under such extreme seduction, Bella blurted out, "I do."

She tilted her head to kiss Ashton, but he evaded backward, avoiding her: "May I serve you well?"

"Sure," Bella was a bit anxious.

Multiple times she tilted her head to kiss Ashton, yet each attempt was skillfully dodged.

Her favorite cake was right in front of her, one bite away, but no matter how many times she opened her mouth, she couldn’t reach it. This kind of torment was frustrating.

"What do you like, like this?" Ashton reached into the tub, scooping water onto Bella’s shoulder.

Watching his actions, Bella’s eyes almost shot flames.

Before Ashton could speak again, Bella urgently hooked her arms around Ashton’s neck and pulled him into the tub.

As Ashton leaned into the tub and fell onto Bella, a triumphant smile played on his lips. Bella lowered her head and finally kissed his lips, but due to her urgency, the kiss was messy, her hands leaving several scratches on Ashton’s finely contoured muscles.

Ashton restrained Bella’s frantically moving little hands: "Don’t rush."

"You’re teasing me like this and telling me not to rush. Did I do something wrong to you?" Bella was very aggrieved.

He knew well how much she craved his body.

On purpose!

"You’re getting back at me for eating durian, you’re doing it deliberately," Bella gritted her teeth.

Ashton chuckled, "How could I, I’m not like that."

"When you say that, do you even believe it yourself?" Bella held Ashton’s face, looking terribly aggrieved, "Ashton Marshall, it hurts."

She complained about her desire with grievance.

And when she was aggrieved like this, Ashton almost unconditionally surrendered, holding the back of Bella’s head and kissing her!

The bathroom’s temperature rose with their deepening exchange, white mist swirling, filling the space with perpetual ambiguity.

That night.

Bella lay on the bed in a state of half-sleep and half-awake.

The mischief with Ashton had gone from the bathroom to the bedroom, so intense that she was exhausted, yet her body was so sore that she couldn’t sleep.

Especially her back, which prickled painfully.

As Bella turned over uncomfortably, she suddenly felt a warm, large hand cover her prickling back, gently soothing the pain and soreness away.

Bella slowly opened her eyes, her eyelids heavy, seeing Ashton lying on his side gazing at her, one hand soothing her back.

Whether it was the deep moonlight, or Bella’s exhaustion blurring her vision, she felt Ashton’s gaze was incredibly tender.

"Does it feel better?"

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his voice low and husky, yet so tender that it was captivating.

"It feels better, but it’s still uncomfortable."

She turned over and burrowed into Ashton’s embrace, her face nestling against him like a kitten seeking affection.

Even as she shifted positions, Ashton’s hands never stopped soothing her back.

"Ashton Marshall," Bella muttered.

"Hmm?"

"My legs are numb too."

She fluttered her legs, kicking off the covers, both knees bruised.

From kneeling too hard before.

Ashton placed her legs over his lap, gently massaging them with care.

"Does it feel better?" Ashton kissed Bella’s forehead again.

Though honestly, it didn’t.

The prickling places still hurt the same, and the sore spots remained as they were.

Yet the man’s tenderness, in kissing her, surpassed all the best pain relief.

It’s just, Bella thought, this warmth is ultimately temporary.

One day, he’d grow tired, she’d leave, and this night, this moment they’d shared, would become an unreachable dream, her heart aching at the thought.

Tears fell uncontrollably.

"Still feeling bad, aren’t you?" Ashton sensed the wetness in his arms, his heart aching with guilt: "I’m sorry, Little Bella, I wasn’t careful, I’ll be more considerate next time, alright?"

He soothed her, apologized.

But Bella cried harder, shaking her head, turning over to lie on top of Ashton.

She cupped Ashton’s face with her hands, tracing the contours of his face repeatedly.

"I just..."

"Feeling bad?"

Bella shook her head, "I just can’t bear to."

Her lips pouted downwards, crying with grievance.

Ashton immediately grew anxious, hurriedly sitting up, holding Bella’s face, catching her tears, utterly helpless: "Don’t cry, don’t cry, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have been so careless. Shall I take you to the hospital now, alright?"

Bella shook her head, "No, not going anywhere."

"Shall I carry you to soak in warm water?"

Bella still shook her head, just burrowing deeper into Ashton’s embrace while crying, saying nothing, just full of grievance.

In a fluster, Ashton could only soothe, kiss, and comfort her repeatedly.

Ultimately, due to her physical exhaustion, Bella cried for a while before falling asleep in Ashton’s arms, her face still pearled with tears, looking pitiful.

Ashton intended to place Bella down from his embrace so she could sleep more comfortably in bed.

Yet, as soon as he slightly eased her down, the originally peacefully sleeping Bella would start to fuss.