Chapter 148: Chapter 148: Miss Woods, am I Unable to See Anyone Again?
Bella Woods held Ashton Marshall’s hand as they walked out of Strong Woods and David Dawning’s farmhouse eatery for quite a distance before stopping.
Just as she was about to speak to Ashton, she was t with his aningful gaze, which suddenly made her feel inexplicably guilty.
She even didn’t quite know how to face Ashton, so she looked away.
“I can’t be seen in public now?” Ashton raised an eyebrow.
“No, I just…” Bella explained, “There were so many people, I didn’t want to have a conflict with Joy Thompson. Maybe soone took a photo, and if it gets online…”
Bella had noticed soone picking up their phone before she hastily dragged Ashton away.
Ashton rarely appeared in the dia or attended parties, so many knew his na, but not his true appearance.
That’s why Joy mistook him for a normal male prostitute.
But once it’s online, even if others don’t recognize him, the Hughes Family and the Marshall Family will, and that could cause a big scene.
This is precisely what Bella has been guarding against and is the last thing she wants to happen.
“Well, as long as I can’t be seen, it’s fine.” Ashton nodded and reached out to ruffle Bella’s hair.
Bella cautiously looked at him, “Are you mad again?”
“How could I be? I’m not mad,” Ashton pinched her cheek with a stern face, “You’re not allowed to feel wronged. I can’t promise I can still coax you.”
Because, truthfully, he was quite upset.
Ashton clicked his tongue.
Never in his life had he felt so inconspicuous.
First mistaken as a gigolo, and now hidden in every way possible.
And yet she felt more wronged than him.
“Well, I just…”
“Let’s find a place to eat,” Ashton stood up, placing his large hand on Bella’s head, leading her away.
“The farmhouse eatery…” Bella felt a bit sad; she wanted to take Ashton to the place where she used to help in the kitchen and let him taste her cooking.
And as Bella was gazing longingly in the direction of the eatery, Ashton raised an eyebrow and asked, “How about we turn back now?”
Bella quickly clung to his arm, “There’s a noodle shop up ahead; let’s eat there now.”
Ashton looked down at her and couldn’t help but chuckle.
Bella led Ashton to a noodle shop at the street corner.
The intention was for Ashton to taste the authentic local flavors, but upon seeing the ‘vintage’ style of the dive, Bella regretted it.
Considering the environnt, Third Young Master Marshall probably couldn’t handle it.
“Uh, maybe…” Bella held onto Ashton, not going in, “We can just walk around and head back?”
She cautiously gave him a sidelong glance, keeping her concerns to herself.
But Ashton could understand her little mood; he bent down and pinched Bella’s cheek, “Afraid I’d find it dirty and unacceptable, hmm?”
“I just want you to try it.”
“Then let’s try it,” Ashton nodded, thinking it was no big deal.
“But, I’m afraid you…”
“I can handle it. I also want to try the flavors you like and taste the things you’ve tasted before,” Ashton said softly.
“Really?” Bella’s eyes lit up instantly.
Ashton stood up, leading Bella inside the noodle shop.
“Boss, two bowls of beef noodles, spicy,” Bella shouted.
“Okay!” The boss replied from inside the kitchen, which had a door and a window for interaction with custors.
Bella found a relatively clean table and wiped it down with wet wipes, then with dry tissue before letting Ashton sit.
Ashton’s expression was relatively calm, and Bella secretly glanced at him several tis, confirming there were no signs of repulsion or dislike, then she secretly sighed in relief.
However, all of her little actions were entirely noticed by Ashton.
When he lowered his gaze, a flash of distaste passed through his eyes, but he covered it up.
It truly wasn’t clean, and indeed not sothing he was accustod to.
However, he didn’t want her to be unhappy.
Always thinking, since he’s several years older, he should take more care and understand more.
Hoping the young girl would be happier.
Unable to resist, Ashton reached out to ruffle Bella’s hair again, and she looked up at him, grinning cheekily.
The boss quickly brought over two bowls of beef noodles.
“Can I get disposable chopsticks, please?” Bella proactively asked.
The boss nodded, went over, and fetched disposable chopsticks and a spoon for Bella.
Bella opened the chopstick package and handed them to Ashton, “Wanna try?”
Facing her expectant gaze, Ashton took the chopsticks and tried a couple of bites before giving his verdict, “It tastes quite good.”
“As long as you like it,” Bella finally felt truly at ease.
She picked up her chopsticks and began to eat, “Since coming to Peace City, I’ve missed these noodles so much; they’re really delicious.”
She ate quickly, with soup staining the corners of her mouth.
Ashton reached over with a tissue to wipe her mouth, “Eat slowly.”
anwhile, at the noodle shop entrance, Joy Thompson was cautiously hiding, mobile phone in hand, ready to capture Ashton and Bella eating together.
After sending a ssage to the group earlier, it had stirred quite a commotion.
Everyone wanted to co and see the situation firsthand.
Having a little pretty boy wasn’t rare in this circle, but Bella was Oliver Hughes’s fiancée, and her engagent banquet had already caused such a ruckus.
Now with rumors of a gigolo, the instinctive assumption was that Bella had split with Oliver for this pretty boy, fueling curiosity about how a family benefiting from a marriage alliance and leeching off the Hughes Family dared to abandon Oliver, such a wealthy patron, in favor of a gigolo.
However, Joy struggled to capture Ashton’s full face, only getting Bella eating or Ashton’s arm from various angles.
But to get a better angle, she’d risk being exposed.
“You eat first, I need to handle a work call,” Ashton said to Bella.
“Alright,” Bella nodded.
He stood up and walked outside.
Joy was desperately trying to find an angle to capture Ashton’s face when he suddenly stood up and strode outside. As her cara finally caught his full face, and she prepared to hit record, she felt overwheld by the man’s imposing presence.
She instinctively trembled, almost dropping her phone.
“You, you…” Joy stuttered, unable to find words as she looked at Ashton.
The man stood there with a cold and haughty deanor, his eyes arrogant and exuding a powerful, aggressive air that instilled an unspeakable fear in her.
As he steadily approached with long, straight strides, Joy’s courage faltered, forcing her to retreat until she could move no further, eventually stumbling backward into the foul-slling ditch.
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