Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle
Chapter 215: Rendering Others Speechless, Don’t Push Me

Chapter 215: Chapter 215: Rendering Others Speechless, Don’t Push Me

"Why are you so stubbornly ignorant?" The other person frowned at Bella Woods.

Those gray pupils embedded in almond-shaped eyes carried a strong sense of disappointment.

"What should I do?" Bella Woods stared at him, asking, "Fourth Young Master of the Marshall Family, why don’t you just tell me, what exactly should I do?"

"I’ve told you before. The feelings between Nina Sutton and third brother run deep; they’ve been through their toughest times together and have taken root in each other’s hearts. It’s precisely because of this that they brought you in as a stand-in. Now that Nina is back and willing to compromise for their love, you should step back instead of occupying the position that belongs to her."

Ethan Marshall walked up to Bella Woods, looking down at her condescendingly.

It felt like he was judging someone guilty of a heinous crime.

Bella Woods watched silently, then suddenly burst into laughter. "Occupying the position that belongs to Nina Sutton..."

She muttered, each word dripping with sarcasm.

It was unclear whether she was mocking Ethan Marshall’s words or herself.

"You can still turn back in time; don’t end up trapping yourself..."

"What did I do?" Bella Woods suddenly turned cold, staring at Ethan Marshall. "Since you’re so focused on Third Young Master, you should be clear that there was no coercion between us from the beginning; it was consensual."

"That’s because you resemble Nina Sutton..."

"Then why isn’t it Nina Sutton who resembles me?" Bella Woods stood up. "I am me, and she is her. You think she’s better because you’re close to her; I even think the one truly occupying my position is Nina Sutton."

"What are you talking about? You’re clearly the one ruining things between Nina Sutton and Third Young Master..."

"Is Ashton Marshall someone I can control? With what kind of person Third Young Master is, shouldn’t you know? If he didn’t want to be with me, could I control him?"

"That’s because he feels pity for you now. He..."

"Why don’t you say that, for him, Nina Sutton is in the past? Now Nina Sutton harasses me every day, it’s an inability to let go, pretending to be innocent in front of me, crying as if I’m the one who’s evil. What? Did you not see who the real villain is?"

Bella Woods countered Ethan Marshall, leaving him speechless.

He could only look at her with a gaze that looked at someone obsessively attached to emotions, and in that gaze, which seemed like looking at a dog, there was immense sympathy.

It was as if he was looking at a pitiful person.

"I know I can’t reach you, but I still came. Just hoping you’ll stop at the edge of the cliff, set each other free. If you let go, all three of you will be relieved.

But seeing how you are now, I feel like saying anything to you is useless."

"Bella Woods, really, study hard, let yourself go, and don’t cling too much."

Ethan Marshall left this heartfelt advice, then turned away as if he was unwilling to say more to Bella Woods.

Bella Woods stood there until Ethan Marshall’s figure finally disappeared from her sight, then she snorted.

"So much for not clinging too much."

Precisely who is clinging?

"I’m about to leave; can’t one or two wait a little longer?"

Just a few days left...

She just wanted to have a good memory with him as the end.

Why did everyone like to push her like this?

Bella Woods closed her eyes wearily and collapsed onto the stone bench.

...

Evening, five o’clock sharp.

Bella Woods was still in the activity room drawing, and almost everyone had left the classroom, leaving her alone staring blankly at her painting.

Although she returned to class in the afternoon, her progress on the drawing was poor.

Bella Woods was the kind of art student driven more by emotion than skill; her emotions easily influenced her pace in drawing.

The whole afternoon was spent in a mess, unable to draw anything.

As Bella Woods was staring blankly at the canvas, she suddenly felt a chill on her face, scaring her enough to shrink her neck.

Looking up, Ashton Marshall was looking down at her, his eyes questioning: "Hmm?"

As if asking why she wasn’t happy.

"Ashton Marshall."

"I’m here."

Ashton Marshall squatted down, looking up at Bella Woods, arranging the strands of hair on her forehead.

Bella Woods stared at him for a while, then finally opened her arms and fell into his embrace, holding tightly, face rubbing against his neck, inhaling his unique scent.

It was comforting.

And made her addicted.

"Is our kid tired of drawing?" Ashton Marshall wrapped an arm around her waist, kissing her cheek.

"Hmm, I’m hungry," Bella Woods said muffled.

"Then let’s eat."

Ashton Marshall picked her up with one arm, while Bella Woods skillfully wrapped her legs around his waist like a little sloth hanging on him.

Ashton Marshall held her waist with one hand while quickly packing up Bella Woods’ art supplies with the other, finally leaving the school carrying her two large tool bags.

The driver and car were waiting outside, and as soon as they saw Ashton Marshall carrying Bella Woods along with so many things, they hurriedly got out of the car, respectfully taking Bella Woods’ backpack from Ashton Marshall and placing it in the back seat.

"I’ve booked a private room tonight and invited Tim Season and Sixty over for hot pot, is that okay?" Ashton Marshall asked in a low voice.

Bella Woods was still closing her eyes, responding in a muffled tone, "Mm, okay."

She buried her face even deeper.

Afraid that if she opened her eyes, she would cry.

She felt wronged.

Exceptionally wronged.

But she didn’t want Ashton Marshall to know, afraid that if she said something, she would lose even the last few days together.

In the end, she weakly hoped to maintain the relationship.

Really pathetic!

Bella Woods silently criticized herself but hugged Ashton Marshall tighter, sitting on his lap after getting in the car, unwilling to leave his embrace.

So when they reached the destination, Calvin Marshall, who came specifically to receive Bella Woods at the door, saw her clinging to Ashton Marshall like a little sloth.

The key point was that Ashton gave him a look, telling him not to make a sound.

Calvin Marshall silently stood aside, watching Bella Woods, who was nestled in Ashton Marshall’s arms, not knowing if she was just closing her eyes or actually asleep.

The hot pot restaurant Ashton Marshall chose was one of the more secluded places in Peace City, not open to the public easily, but rather to some people within the circle.

Bella Woods felt the heat in the store and heard the staff’s voices, only then did she open her eyes.

Just in time to see Calvin Marshall following behind her.

Calvin Marshall gave her a playful look as soon as he saw her awake, as if saying, "Why are you so delicate, needing Third Young Master to carry you around like this?"

Bella Woods felt a bit embarrassed and struggled to get down.

"What’s wrong?" Ashton Marshall had no intention of letting her go.

"Down, let’s eat," Bella Woods said in a muffled voice.

"The private room is upstairs; tell me when we’re up there." He pressed her head and made her continue lying on him.

Bella Woods felt increasingly embarrassed, especially with Calvin Marshall’s expression becoming more and more exaggerated.

As if mocking her.

Bella Woods simply lay there, not looking at Calvin Marshall anymore.

Annoying person.