Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 206: A Lot of Little Tantrums, Make Her a Drink

Chapter 206: Chapter 206: A Lot of Little Tantrums, Make Her a Drink

Ashton Marshall moved all the bottles from the liquor cabinet to the coffee table in the living room.

Initially, the liquor cabinet in this house was empty.

This house was originally intended by Jade Patel for Rose Woods to use when she went to university. Many things inside weren’t furnished. Later, it was given to Bella Woods, who spent money on the soft furnishings but didn’t know much about the liquor cabinet, so she left it as it was.

It was Ashton Marshall who later had someone deliver and fill it up.

He occasionally drank a bit in the evenings, and Bella Woods would accompany him, though she drank Coke.

It was her first time realizing how well-stocked her family’s liquor cabinet was.

Even tools for mixing drinks were all there.

"What kind of flavor do you want?" Ashton Marshall skillfully twirled the cocktail shaker, looking at Bella Woods as he asked.

Bella Woods propped her chin on her hands, staring straight at Ashton Marshall: "A good-looking man makes everything a delight to watch."

Ashton Marshall leaned over, pinching Bella Woods’ nose: "Adorable people can even be infatuated."

Bella Woods paused in her expression, suspiciously eyeing Ashton Marshall: "Are you complimenting me or teasing me?"

"It’s a compliment for being cute," Ashton Marshall provided.

"That’s more like it," Bella Woods shifted away from her suspicious and slightly warning expression.

"What kind of flavor do you want?" Ashton Marshall returned to the main topic.

Bella Woods thought for a moment: "Sour."

"Sour?" Ashton Marshall expressed doubt, remembering that this little girl never liked sour; her taste always leaned towards the sweet.

"Yeah, a bit sour, a bit bitter."

Preferably with a hint of astringency.

To match her current mood.

"Are you sure?" Ashton Marshall questioned the tone with which Bella Woods specified her preference: "I can make it sweet, even a bit spicy, or sweet and salty also works?"

Bella Woods shook her head: "Don’t like those, I just want sour and bitter."

Although Ashton Marshall didn’t know why Bella Woods was fixated on these two flavors, since she made the request, he had no intention to change her mind.

He started making the drink.

Bella Woods propped her head silently, watching Ashton Marshall make the cocktail, each frame a delight to the eyes.

Encountering such a beautiful scene, it should have been recorded.

If she took photos, each one would feel like a masterpiece, no need for angles or techniques, just snap, and each one would be artistic.

Mainly because this man looked good.

But Bella Woods held back.

She didn’t want the photos she took now to become a boomerang in the future.

A few minutes later, Ashton Marshall slid an orange-yellow cocktail in front of Bella Woods, with a slice of lemon for decoration on the rim for aesthetics.

"Try it," Ashton Marshall reminded.

Bella Woods gently sipped from the glass, her expression crinkling at the immediate rush of sourness she encountered, a reaction Ashton Marshall had anticipated, immediately recording Bella Woods’s little expression on his phone.

Even his lips uncontrollably curled up.

"So sour?" Bella Woods stuck out her tongue. It was unbearably sour, and at the end, a tongue-numbing bitterness.

The taste was simply unbearable.

"Yes, that’s exactly sour and bitter," Ashton Marshall said.

Bella Woods looked at the cocktail resembling a sunset in front of her, suddenly displeased.

The sourness and bitterness in her heart were enough, and now what she drank was sour and bitter too.

What a mess.

At this moment, Bella Woods completely forgot, it was she who insisted on the sour and bitter taste earlier.

However, she forgot, Ashton Marshall didn’t genuinely think she wanted those flavors; he had been prepared.

"Try a sip of this one."

Ashton Marshall poured a pure blue drink, placing it in front of Bella Woods.

"Weren’t you just making one earlier?" How did another one magically appear as if by trick?

"Drink a sip first, then I’ll tell you."

Ashton Marshall directly held the blue cocktail to Bella Woods’s lips.

Bella Woods didn’t resist, obediently opening her small mouth to take a sip, resulting in immediate astonishment, prompting another couple of sips, but the next two felt different.

The first sip had a back-sweet, sweet sensation.

But the second and third sips were relatively flat.

"Drink that one again, then this one," Ashton Marshall instructed, holding the sour, bitter glass to Bella Woods’s lips.

"I don’t want it, it’s too sour and bitter," Bella Woods was still very resistant.

Ashton Marshall coaxed: "Come on, try it, I promise the taste won’t be the same as before."

When it came to trusting Ashton Marshall, Bella Woods never really held back.

After being coaxed a few times, she did open her mouth, drinking as if she were facing death, but her initial expression of death-switching immediately changed.

It wasn’t sour and bitter, but another indescribable strange flavor.

Ashton Marshall then fed her the blue drink again.

"That sweet sensation seems to have returned!" Bella Woods was pleasantly surprised, holding both drinks, alternating between them, each sip stimulating new taste sensations.

She looked at Ashton Marshall in surprise, then continued to drink.

Seeing the two glasses nearing the bottom, Ashton Marshall stopped her: "These drinks are quite strong, don’t drink too much."

"Tastes good." Bella Woods prevented Ashton Marshall from stopping her, guarding the two drinks like a mother dog with her pups, sipping them here and there.

Afraid Ashton Marshall would forcibly snatch them away, leaving her with nothing to drink.

"You shouldn’t drink any more... Bella Woods!"

Before Ashton Marshall finished speaking, Bella Woods drained both cocktails. The alcohol hit her; she was momentarily dazed.

"It feels like I’ve experienced a momentary buzz."

She patted her forehead, the rush just now was a bit intense.

Ashton Marshall pulled her up onto the sofa, rubbing her head, helplessly saying: "I reminded you not to drink too much, yet you downed them in one go.

Little Bella, you’ve been quite rebellious these past few days, haven’t you?"

Ashton Marshall pinched Bella Woods’s chin, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze, a bit like summoning her to account.

"Rebellious what?" Bella Woods wasn’t pleased, full of little temper tantrums: "How am I rebellious? Just because I had a few extra drinks, you’re already impatient with me?"

"Is it about having a couple more drinks?"

"What else?" Bella Woods retorted.

Though slightly tipsy, she knew Ashton Marshall was talking about what happened today at the Woods Family.

But she didn’t want to discuss it.

Before Ashton Marshall could speak, Bella Woods hooked her hand around the back of his neck, pulling his face down and then lifting hers to kiss him.

After being "trained" by Ashton Marshall for so long, her skills had indeed improved.

Though improved, compared to this man, she was still a novice chicken.

Before long, he turned the tables, pinning her on the sofa and savoring her thoroughly.

Out of breath, Bella Woods punched Ashton Marshall’s chest, displeased: "You cheat."

"How do I cheat?" Ashton Marshall caught Bella Woods’s small fist, kissed it, and with a teasing raise of the eyebrow asked: "Like this?"

His tongue flicked Bella Woods’s palm.