Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Her Handso Uncle, a Little Jealous Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Her Handso Uncle, a Little Jealous “Bella, what’s wrong?” Aunt Cyan still noticed the subtle shifts in Bella Woods’ tone.
“Nothing, just a cat suddenly jumped on .”
Bella Woods removed Ashton’s hand, warning him with a finger pointed at him.
“A cat?” Aunt Cyan was surprised. “Did you get a cat at ho?”
“I’m outside. I ca across a beautiful stray cat and was thinking of adopting it.” Bella spoke with a double aning.
“If you like it, bring it ho. Don’t leave it outside for too long. Pretty cats easily get taken away.”
“I think so too.”
Bella Woods glanced twice at Ashton Marshall.
That face, it’s handso no matter how you look at it.
“I called to ask if you’re free tomorrow?” Aunt Cyan moved on to the point of the call, not dwelling on the cat topic.
“I’m free tomorrow. School hasn’t started yet, so I have quite a bit of ti.”
“I’ll have Oliver pick you up tomorrow morning to try on the engagent party dress.”
“Okay.”
“Alright, if there’s nothing else, you should rest early too.”
“Aunt Cyan, you should rest early too.”
“Mm, goodnight.”
After saying goodnight to Aunt Cyan, Bella Woods hung up the phone, letting out a deep sigh.
“It’s ti to try on the engagent dress, Miss Woods.”
The man beside her suddenly tossed out this line.
Miss Woods!
It just keeps coming.
Bella Woods couldn’t be bothered to argue with him, leaned against the sofa back, and typed a string of letters into her contacts, then clicked to add a friend.
No verification was needed because Bella Woods had previously deleted him unilaterally, and he still had her as a friend.
“Miss Woods, if I’m not mistaken, is that my contact info?” Ashton Marshall eyed the screen, raising an eyebrow.
“Earlier, Oliver Hughes took my phone to check.” Bella stated frankly, “Good thing I was cautious.”
When Oliver Hughes went on stage to sing, Bella Woods had a brief chat with Ashton via ssages and then deleted his contact info.
She was just being extra careful at the ti.
Unexpectedly, she really left her phone behind, and Oliver Hughes rummaged through it thoroughly.
“He knows your phone password?”
“Yes, it’s his birthday.” Bella Woods blurted out.
As soon as she said it, the air inside the car seed to thin, the temperature dropping significantly.
Bella Woods glanced at the man with a cold face and hurriedly said, “I forgot to change it after setting it earlier. I’ll change it now, right away.”
In front of Ashton, she opened the settings to modify the lock screen password.
“1107.” The man suddenly uttered a number.
“Huh?” Bella Woods was stunned, gave the man a look: “The password is six digits.”
Ashton Marshall didn’t speak, just stared at her with downcast eyes.
Bella Woods’ mind worked quickly: “How about 110701?”
“I’m born July 1st, and you’re November 7th, it just happens to connect.”
As Bella proposed it, she was already setting it.
“Just a random number.” The man denied, leaning back.
Bella Woods, after setting it, sneaked a glance at him: “Oh, never mind, I’ll throw you a birthday party this year. I’ve got money. I’ll use my fiancé’s money to buy you an expensive gift.”
“Oh.” The man responded indifferently.
But when his gaze shifted to the window, the corners of his mouth lifted involuntarily, even his eyes slightly squinted.
Bella Woods caught a glimpse.
Thinking to herself, she was raising a handso uncle.
Just, this handso uncle gets a little jealous.
But luckily, easy to appease.
Bella Woods nudged Ashton’s arm: “Handso uncle, drive ho.”
“Ordering ?”
“Can’t I?” Bella Woods tilted her head, quite arrogantly: “Rich lady spent ten million to buy you out, handso uncle, listen to the rich lady, the rich lady will get you a house so you can live comfortably.”
“Rich lady plans to house a lover?” Ashton Marshall lifted Bella Woods’ chin with his forefinger.
Bella Woods nodded: “Stick with the rich lady, make sure you eat well, drink well, sleep well, and keep that face looking better and better.”
So it was still all about his face.
“Then I’ll wait for the rich lady’s arrangents.”
Ashton Marshall snorted, pushing open the car door to get out.
On the silent street, not a single car passed the whole ti; the moonlight and streetlights blended, just illuminating the black-clad bodyguards lurking around. Seeing Ashton Marshall step out, they all went on high alert.
Ashton Marshall glanced around and then instructed them to stand down.
He got into the driver’s seat and personally drove Bella Woods ho.
…
At eleven forty, Bella Woods carefully pushed open the door to the Woods Family house.
Usually, by this ti, the family would’ve gone to bed. Her intention was to quietly return to her room unnoticed.
However, as soon as Bella Woods reached the stairs, the living room lights were switched on, glaring right into her eyes, making her close them for a mont before opening.
The first thing she saw was Jade Patel sitting on the sofa, arms crossed, coldly staring at her.
“Oh, it’s our Hughes Family’s future Young Mistress returning. I thought tonight our Young Mistress might be staying over with so male model.”
Jade Patel had evidently been waiting for her return.
And her opening remark was full of sarcasm.
Bella Woods ignored the sting in her chest, showing no emotion outwardly.
“Did you stay up for for a reason?”
“What’s with your attitude?” Jade Patel imdiately rose from the sofa: “I’m your mom, and you talk to like this. What, not wedded to the Hughes Family yet, and you already think your mom is Cyan Marshall?”
The frustration she’d held all day erupted then and there.
She was vexed that Bella Woods always faced her with that dead face.
Yet when looking at Cyan Marshall, she’d smile so accommodatingly.
Why, is the Hughes Family’s lady more high-end, prompting courtship of higher status?
From young, she’d been a little upstart knowing to curry favor!
“Let tell you Bella Woods, don’t think you’re married into the Hughes Family yet; you’re only engaged to Oliver Hughes. With your kind of ssed-up private life, what do you think will happen if the Hughes Family finds out?”
“The Hughes Family won’t find out.” Bella Woods looked at Jade Patel: “Mom will help cover it.”
Jade Patel was shocked that such words ca from Bella Woods’ mouth: “What happened to you?”
“Well, I have to thank Dad and Mom for that drink, which opened up a new world for , showing just how pleasurable indulging in emotion and desire can be.”
Bella Woods spoke with a smile, yet couldn’t prevent her eyes from reddening, her vision becoming blurry.
She didn’t know how long it would take to speak of this without a hitch.
But at least, not now.
She hated, and couldn’t let go.
So she was committing to this rebellious liberation, vengefully.
Entangled with a charming male prostitute, paying to support him, and to accompany her for a year, to endure her hardest year yet.
“Isn’t it because you were disobedient, headstrong? It was for your good, just you being ungrateful.” Jade Patel’s voice turned quite sharp: “You, from young, have been so unruly.”
As Bella Woods was about to speak, Jade Patel waved her hand, stopping her.
“Alright then, let this be a lesson to you. Before, you ssed around, let it be. Tomorrow, a dical team will co to restore your hyn.”
Finishing, Jade Patel approached Bella Woods: “After it’s fixed, sit tight at ho and wait for the engagent day.”
“Mom, do you an to put under house arrest starting from tomorrow?”
“I’m preventing you from making mistakes.”
Jade Patel offered a self-explanatory explanation, “I’m doing this for your own good.”
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