Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 42 - Im Not Proper
Chapter 42: Chapter 42: I’m Not Proper?
Chapter 42 -42: I’m Not Proper?
Lips, soft and good for kissing, a little wealthy woman.
Ashton Marshall’s eyes deepened.
When he tried to kiss Bella Woods’ lips again and felt her avoiding him, he forcefully held the back of her head, turned around and shut the door, pressing Bella Woods against it, ruthlessly ravaging her soft lips.
Bella Woods struggled a bit.
That’s not okay.
He didn’t even call her ‘Bella’ when asked, so forceful.
Bella Woods clenched her teeth tightly, not allowing him to explore further.
However, when a pinch on her soft waist startled her into exclaiming, her cheeks were grasped, forcing her mouth open, letting the man take the opportunity to invade, capturing the castle.
With a punishing frenzy, entangling.
Bella Woods was overwhelmed, lips numb with pain, unable to close, crystalline liquid trickled down her lips, some even fell onto her hand clutching Ashton Marshall’s hand on her cheek.
Wet and sticky, making Bella Woods feel ashamed.
She was angry, raising her hand to pinch Ashton’s chest.
The man grunted softly, releasing Bella Woods, whispering in her ear, “Little wealthy woman, this is dangerous, you know?”
“Not listening to the little wealthy woman, you’re more dangerous.” Bella Woods puffed angrily, glaring at him, “You didn’t call ‘Bella’, what are you kissing for?”
She tried to wipe the corners of her mouth, but he stopped her.
He wiped the sticky substance from her lips, and after he was done, casually pinched her chin, checking if it was clean, “What do you want me to call?”
What do you want me to call?
That’s a good question.
“I want to hear it.” Bella Woods said, looking at Ashton Marshall, “The little wealthy woman spent so much to support you, wanting to hear a term of endearment, isn’t that okay?”
“Oh, like that.” The handsome man nodded, seeming to understand.
Bella Woods had heard the Third Young Master Marshall say this in the car.
But he didn’t have this lazy, teasing tone, nor did he have this inexplicable tenderness in his eyes while looking at her.
Completely unlike the cold and distant Third Young Master Marshall.
The ridiculous suspicion that the handsome man and the Third Young Master were the same person was slowly diminishing.
“Then call it.” But she still wanted to hear the handsome man call her ‘Bella’.
“Okay.” Ashton Marshall nodded, his gaze lowered to her, seconds later calling softly, “Little Bella.”
Bella Woods was stunned, “What did you just call?”
Ashton Marshall reached out and pinched Bella Woods’ cheek, “Mist lifts in the woods, the wild jasmine spreads fragrance.”
“What?” Bella Woods didn’t understand, but her heart skipped a beat at his words.
Ashton Marshall didn’t answer, his deep eyes held hers, gaze growing even more profound, like affectionate waves in autumn, seductive, “I’m inviting you, little wealthy woman.”
His voice was alluring, guiding Bella Woods’ hand to his belt, teaching her to unbuckle it, pulling out his shirt.
“Inviting you, to christen the new room.”
Bella Woods felt tingly all over, mind blank, only feeling his hand, a bit dry, guiding her fingers across his firm muscles.
Bella’s eyelashes fluttered.
The man’s lips brushed her earlobe repeatedly, “Where to start?”
“Sofa?”
“Or…bedroom?”
“Or, do you want the bathroom?”
Bella Woods swallowed, “I…bedroom.”
“Hmm?” Ashton Marshall raised an eyebrow at her, seemingly a bit surprised with her choice of the bedroom first.
Bella Woods quickly withdrew her hand from his shirt, grabbing onto the accessory around Ashton’s neck, “I prepared a surprise for you.”
Her heart pounded.
As for the whole Bella or Little Bella thing, right now, it wasn’t important.
To accommodate her, Ashton bent and followed her as she opened the bedroom door, a refreshing scent of jasmine greeted them.
The bedroom was simply decorated, a pure white sheet laid on the bed, with a small red box on it.
With a slight push, Bella Woods sent Ashton Marshall to the bed.
Clad in black, the man’s half-lying posture on the white bed matched the texture of his silk shirt with the bedding seamlessly.
Bella Woods knelt on the bed, opening the box and pulling out a white cat-ear headband to place on Ashton’s head.
Ashton Marshall realized and grabbed Bella Woods’ hand, eyes deepening, “Do you know what you’re doing?”
“I know.” Bella Woods nodded, “Giving my little pretty boy a gift.”
Ashton Marshall sneered, watching her.
The first family of Peace City, the Marshal Family’s head, and also the CEO of the Marshall Clan Group was being made to wear such a suggestive item.
Really…
Such a bold and reckless little imp.
But Bella Woods didn’t care about that, she just wanted to see the result, “Let go, hurry.”
“Refuse.”
“No.” Bella Woods sternly, “I’m your sponsor!”
“Oh, sponsor.” Ashton Marshall scoffed, but his hand didn’t let go, his face turned slightly aside, clear refusal.
But Bella Woods looking at him this way, he was more like a proud little cat.
Made her want to see the end result even more.
“I want to see you wear it, okay?” Bella Woods’ voice softened, the other leg kneeling on Ashton’s thigh, her body leaning in his arms.
Fingers pulling at his shirt string, “Okay? I want to see it.”
Ashton Marshall’s expression loosened a bit, “Don’t act coy.”
“Please.”
“…”
“Please, I just want to look, okay, dear uncle?”
A phrase ‘dear uncle’ made the man’s body relax a bit.
And Bella Woods took the chance to put the headband on the man’s head!
Obviously, just a simple headband, but once placed on him, highlighted by those striking features, it instantly came to life.
Bella Woods’ eyes went wide.
At that moment, as if seeing a cat demon alive for a thousand years, filled with allure, irresistibly captivating.
“You really aren’t him.” Bella Woods blurted out.
“What?” Ashton Marshall frowned.
Bella Woods said, “I met Third Young Master Marshall today and felt he was a lot like you. Even absurdly suspected you were the same person.”
Ashton Marshall raised a brow, watching as Bella Woods leaned onto his thigh, “And then?”
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“But seeing you like this, I immediately thought, I was imagining things.” Bella Woods said, “Third Young Master Marshall is a serious person, how could he be you.”
“You mean, I’m not serious?” Ashton Marshall found it amusing.
“Third Young Master Marshall is a serious elder.”
“And me?”
“You’re…,” Bella Woods smiled brightly, “an unserious little pretty boy.”
As she finished speaking, Bella Woods pushed him onto the bed.
She pressed on top, one hand pulling his shirt string.
As their lips met, Bella Woods suddenly lifted her eyes, looking at him seriously, “So, are you Third Young Master Marshall?”
