Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 41 - Call Me by My Name with a Little
Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Call Me by My Name with a Little Seriousness
Chapter 41 -41: Call Me by My Name with a Little Seriousness
Bella Woods sat stiffly due to her nervousness.
The car moved smoothly on the road, with the backseat silent and still.
Until Bella Woods saw that the car was getting closer to the direction of the Woods Family, she finally spoke, “Uncle.”
Ashton Marshall was browsing his tablet, checking stock market changes. Hearing this address, he raised an eyebrow imperceptibly.
Then, indifferently, he looked up at Bella Woods, pretending nothing had happened, “Hmm?”
“Could you ask the driver to turn at the next intersection and take the road through Peace University?” Bella Woods accidentally met Ashton Marshall’s eyes and instinctively looked away.
Her heart inexplicably started to race wildly.
“It’s not time for the university to open yet.”
Although Ashton Marshall said this, he gave the driver a look through the rearview mirror, and the car turned towards the direction of Peace University.
“My mom arranged a house for me near the school. I need to go check it out and tidy up today,” Bella Woods nervously clutched the file bag in her hand, “School is about to start.”
“Oh, I see.” The man nodded.
Listening to his lazy response, Bella Woods was dazed and felt as if the charming escort was whispering in her ear.
She couldn’t help but look up at Ashton Marshall, her eyes locking onto his slightly loose gold-framed glasses, suppressing the slightly loose black mask.
She really wanted to pull it off, to see if there was a red mole on the bridge of his nose.
“Alone?”
“Yes.” Bella Woods nodded obediently and quickly moved her gaze from his face, suppressing the absurd thought of pulling off his mask.
“A little girl doing these things alone, didn’t the family arrange for anyone else?” Ashton Marshall asked back.
“It’s just a small thing. I often did these things back home when I was little, even fixing toilets.”
As soon as she said that, Bella Woods realized whom she was talking to and the kind of words she just said, “I mean…”
“Impressive, you can fix toilets.” Ashton Marshall nodded in praise.
Although he was wearing a mask, Bella Woods felt his slightly curved eyes carried a smile of appreciation.
Instantly, her tension from saying inappropriate words vanished, and she added in a small voice, “I can do other things too…”
“Hmm, tell me more.”
Ashton Marshall looked interested, which encouraged Bella Woods a lot, “I can also mix cement. The courtyard wall back home was built by me and our neighbor’s uncle, saving several hundred in labor costs.”
“That’s great.”
“And last time, when the typhoon damaged the roof, I repaired it too. I can fix many appliances at home.”
Bella Woods started counting on her fingers, “The fridge door wouldn’t close before, the washing machine kept alarming and wouldn’t wash, the range hood malfunctioned…”
The car drove through smooth roads, and the girl in the car listed the skills she learned to save money growing up in her hometown, her pink lips opening and closing.
The man next to her, wearing a seven-figure bespoke suit, occasionally nodded in approval.
“Yes, our Bella is a wonderful child.”
As the man’s words fell, he reached out to rub the back of Bella Woods’ head.
His affectionate action made Bella Woods pause.
In a trance, she remembered sitting on the sofa eating ice cream and feeding the handsome escort two bites; he also patted her head, praising her.
But looking again at the man in front of her, sitting upright, even when complimenting her, he carried the serious demeanor of an elder, his eyes lacking the teasing nature of the handsome escort.
He was very proper.
A proper elder.
So much so that Bella Woods felt equating Ashton Marshall with the handsome escort was a kind of desecration to a man of his stature.
The car stopped in front of the community Bella Woods had just mentioned.
“Third Young Master, Miss Woods, we’ve arrived.” The driver respectfully reminded.
Bella Woods snapped back to reality and hurriedly said, “Thank you, Third Young Master. I couldn’t help you today. Next time, if needed, Third Young Master can have Aunt Cyan contact me.”
After hurriedly saying this, Bella Woods quickly opened the car door and got out.
She needed to leave quickly.
Staying any longer would only further desecrate this man.
However, just as Bella Woods was about to leave, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone, the man effortlessly clasping her delicate wrist bone, the dry palm pressing against her slightly cool skin, an impactful sense of skin contact.
Much like the sensation when grabbing her wrist during a collision.
“Bella, you forgot something.”
A deep, serious voice pulled Bella Woods back from those colorful and indulgent images.
Turning back, what she saw was a yellow file bag and the man’s eyes, devoid of any emotion.
“Th-thank you, Uncle.”
Bella Woods took the file and dared not linger for even a second, hugging the file bag and running into the community.
The car didn’t leave; Ashton Marshall just watched Bella Woods’ panicked figure running into the community until she completely disappeared, then he lowered his head, chuckled, and removed his gold-rimmed glasses from his nose.
The phone placed on the side rang with a notification.
Poor child: Come find me tonight.
Ashton Marshall smirked: Commanding me like this?
Poor child: The little rich lady misses our escort.
As Ashton Marshall casually changed the contact name, Bella Woods sent another message, which was an address.
Little Rich Lady with a Kissable Mouth: Our home.
Ashton Marshall stared at the four words, a smirk on his face as he removed his mask.
He replied: Oh.
After receiving the handsome escort’s reply, Bella Woods put her phone away and looked at the house in front of her.
Jade Patel’s house for her was a duplex, fully renovated, with soft furnishings already in place; only some daily electrical appliances and supplies were needed before moving in.
Bella Woods now had a lot of money in her account, being a little rich lady. She sat on the sofa, did some online shopping, and made a few phone calls.
As night fell, all the workers delivering goods and cleaners left her house, transforming it from a merely renovated house to one full of life with the appliances and tools she arranged.
The doorbell rang at this moment.
From the video intercom, Bella Woods saw the handsome escort.
He was indeed handsome.
On the screen, the man wore black slacks paired with a matching flowy shirt, the long strap at the collar draping over the metallic accessories around his neck.
Just standing there, he exuded an indescribable lazy sensuality.
Bella Woods licked her lips, and upon opening the door, she grabbed the man’s metal necklace and pulled him in. As he bent down, she lifted her head, her nose touching his prominent nose bridge.
The man was about to kiss her, but Bella Woods shrank back with a playful smile, rubbing her nose against his.
“Playing hard to get?” Ashton Marshall raised an eyebrow, his voice carrying a lazy, teasing tone.
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“Call me Bella,” Bella Woods demanded, “In a serious tone.”
No teasing.
“Our little girl wants to play a new game?” Ashton Marshall didn’t comply but instead gently bumped his nose against Bella Woods’ small nose, meeting her gaze, which then slid down, settling on her rosy lips.
