Chapter 169: Chapter 169: By his side, she can be very proud
“No need.” Bella Woods refused very straightforwardly, “I don’t have ti to try on dresses with you today.”
“No ti?”
“Yes, and don’t co up here, it’s inconvenient to see you.” Bella Woods continued, “I won’t talk to you, my boyfriend is calling .”
“You… hello? Bella Woods? Bella Woods?”
Oliver Hughes had just entered the community when he heard Bella Woods’ concise and shocking words. He hadn’t even started speaking before she hung up, making him so angry he almost smashed his phone on the spot.
“Bella Woods!”
Oliver Hughes gritted his teeth and kicked the wall hard.
“You’re now so blatant, ntioning your boyfriend in front of and even cohabiting, cohabiting!”
Oliver Hughes vented his fury by kicking the wall repeatedly.
He would make Bella Woods pay, definitely!
He would make her realize how shaless and ridiculous, even absurd, what she was doing and saying was.
He would make Bella Woods pay!
Including that so-called boyfriend, who was just a decent guy anyway.
Suddenly, Oliver Hughes thought of sothing, a calculating look flashed in his eyes.
He dialed a number on his phone…
Upstairs.
Bella Woods knew at this mont Oliver Hughes would be furious because of her words, but it was none of her business.
If Oliver Hughes ca upstairs and ran into Ashton Marshall, that would be a scene Bella Woods never wanted to witness in her lifeti.
Yesterday, Cyan Marshall sent her a ssage, saying he would probably send her abroad after next week’s banquet, and then there would be no more connections.
And she and Ashton Marshall would end too.
Bella Woods looked at Ashton Marshall and found him smiling at her, a smile with so deep aning.
“I want cake.” Bella Woods stared straight at Ashton Marshall.
Ashton Marshall shrugged, walked toward the kitchen, and continued preparing the remaining cake.
Bella Woods initially sat nearby, but after thinking about it, she went into the kitchen.
“Huh?” Ashton Marshall, adjusting the flour, looked at Bella Woods entering and appeared puzzled.
“I’m here to help you.” Bella Woods spoke as if it was a matter of course, tying up her hair, “Don’t underestimate , I’m much better than you.”
“Really?” The man smirked, looking at Bella Woods with so indifference.
To Bella Woods, this was a blatant disbelief in her abilities: “Why don’t we have a contest?”
“Contest?” Ashton Marshall found it novel; rarely had anyone directly challenged him to a contest.
He simply turned around, using flour-covered fingers to draw on Bella Woods’ cheek, “Tell , how do we compete?”
“You are so annoying.” Bella Woods, with flour on her hands, wanted to smudge Ashton Marshall’s face, but unfortunately, he was too tall, and deliberately stood up straight and leaned back when she raised her hands, so she couldn’t touch him at all.
Bella Woods was incredibly frustrated.
“Bend down for .” Bella Woods stomped her foot.
“Fine, fine, but don’t be so fierce, it’s not cute,” Ashton Marshall teased, but he still bent down to et Bella Woods at eye level.
Bella Woods initially only had flour on her fingers, but in the end, both her palms were covered in flour as she ssily rubbed Ashton Marshall’s face, as if it were a piece of art.
Once the face was thoroughly ssed up, all covered in flour, Bella Woods was satisfied and arrogantly raised her chin.
Let him question her and prevent her from smudging his face with flour.
Hmph!
Ashton Marshall let Bella Woods play with his face, watching her hum in triumph, looking adorable and cute, and he couldn’t help but chuckle softly, pinching her nose.
Bella Woods rudely swatted Ashton Marshall’s hand away, “Stop dawdling, hurry up, let’s compete. My cake will definitely be prettier and taste better than yours.”
“Just a contest with no reward?” Ashton Marshall asked.
“What reward do you need?” Bella Woods hadn’t considered that.
She just wanted to do sothing with Ashton Marshall, and her competitive spirit had kicked in; she had to have a match; it was mainly about doing this together.
“If I win, promise one thing, how about that?” Ashton Marshall asked.
Bella Woods thought for a mont, “If I win, you have to promise one thing.”
After finishing that, Bella Woods added, “And for this thing, once I ask, you must comply, how about it?”
“Similarly, once I ask, you must comply unconditionally,” Ashton Marshall followed her words.
Bella Woods straightforwardly nodded, extending her pinky to hook with Ashton Marshall’s, signifying their agreent.
Bella Woods quickly grabbed her phone to refer to a tutorial.
“You still need to check a tutorial, Little Bella?” Ashton Marshall mocked Bella Woods for looking at a tutorial.
Bella Woods glanced at him, flinging flour at him, “Mind your own business.”
Ashton Marshall just chuckled lightly and began proceeding to subsequent steps, but halfway through, he started glancing at Bella Woods’ tutorial video.
Bella Woods protested, “Who was the one mocking for checking a tutorial just now?”
“You’ve already opened it, I just took a look, give so face,” Ashton Marshall said, as if it was a matter of course.
“Smooth talker,” Bella Woods scolded.
The more they interacted, the more Bella Woods realized that Ashton Marshall was nothing like the aloof Third Young Master Marshall in her impression; instead, he was very good at teasing people.
Sotis he would deliberately tease her.
He also spoke sweet words, which were pleasant to hear and made her happy.
It made her feel like he had stepped down from the pedestal.
However, Bella Woods had no ti to think about this right now; she was seriously making a cake.
From the cake base to the cream, both followed the tutorial, step by step.
But even with one tutorial, the kitchen was like two different worlds; Bella Woods had even drawn clear boundaries, determined to have a clear winner.
Three hours later.
With the dinging sound from the oven, both Bella Woods and Ashton Marshall’s cake bases were done.
Bella Woods made a round one, while Ashton Marshall made a square one. They placed the cake bases on trays, and the cream materials were ready; so food coloring had also been used.
Being an art student, Bella Woods had so pursuit for colors and had concocted plenty of shades.
In contrast, Ashton Marshall only used white and red, very monotonous.
“Clearly an unappetizing and unattractive cake,” Bella Woods criticized.
Ashton Marshall laughed at her, “Little Bella, during the competition, no personal attacks are allowed.”
Bella Woods huffed arrogantly, ignoring him, “It’s just bad tasting, you’re bound to lose.”
“Ha, you’re the first to say I, Ashton Marshall, will lose,” Third Young Master Marshall snorted dismissively.
“Exactly, not only do I say it, I will make you lose too.”
“Miss Bella, do you know you look quite arrogant right now, hmm?” Ashton Marshall dotted Bella Woods’ nose with whipped cream.
Bella Woods didn’t care, becoming more arrogant around him.
She made a face at him.
Just then, the doorbell interrupted their playful banter.
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