Chapter 81: Chapter 81: She Is Not Anybody’s Appendage, Her Na Is Little Bella Chapter 81: Chapter 81: She Is Not Anybody’s Appendage, Her Na Is Little Bella Bella Woods was eating dinner while occasionally glancing at the man making a phone call on the balcony.
The man had taken off his apron, his upper body naked, pants loose, fully revealing his waistline, truly broad shoulders, and a narrow waist.
Bella swallowed hard, quickly shoveling several mouthfuls of food into her mouth until her cheeks were stuffed and puffed out.
Ashton Marshall had just casually turned his head, but upon seeing the young girl sitting at the table with puffed cheeks and wide eyes staring at him, he couldn’t help but laugh out loud at her cuteness.
Tim Season, who was still reporting on the phone, froze upon hearing Ashton’s laughter.
It took almost a minute before he reacted: “Wait… Third Young Master, are you with your little girlfriend?”
To this day, Tim Season didn’t know who the young girl Ashton was recently infatuated with, only deducing from Ashton’s ntions of ‘kid’ that she was around the sa age as Oliver Hughes, naturally a young girlfriend.
After all, counting it all up, the age difference was about ten years.
For their age, Oliver’s generation was like kids to them.
“Yeah.” Ashton leaned against the balcony, fished out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket, igniting the cigarette with the flick of the lighter’s lid.
The nicotine scent dispersed, white smoke curling around.
“So, you’re deciding to take your little girlfriend to Oliver Hughes’ engagent party, to make it public?” Tim’s ntion of ‘public’ implied that Ashton was serious about this girl, not just treating her as a plaything.
He trusted Ashton understood the aning of his words.
However, Ashton didn’t respond directly and only said two words: “Little Bella.”
“What?” Tim didn’t understand.
“Her na, Little Bella.” Ashton put down the cigarette, reminding seriously: “Not little girlfriend.”
She’s Little Bella.
Not anyone’s accessory or any nickna that could replace her.
“Got it.” Tim had his answer, “So what does Little Bella like? I should prepare a eting gift.”
Ashton didn’t reply, just smoked and looked at Bella sitting at the table.
By now, Bella had stopped eating, resting her head on her hand and watching the man on the balcony with a cheerful, content expression.
“Jewelry or handbags?” Tim speculated, “She probably doesn’t like those tacky things…”
“No, she loves those, jewelry, and bags.” Ashton interrupted Tim, “Make it limited edition, our Little Bella doesn’t want anything common.”
Tim: …
Ashton ended the call, finishing his cigarette.
He returned to the dining table.
Bella was resting her chin on her hands, still grinning.
Ashton ruffled her hair: “It wasn’t a work call, nor a woman. Just a male friend, more like soone I grew up with.”
“I didn’t even ask, why explain so clearly?” Bella’s eyes held a hint of guilt.
She was indeed curious about who he was talking to.
Worried it was an old wealthy client.
As Ashton walked in, Bella really wanted to ask, but rationality prevailed, restraining her because she thought such questions shouldn’t be asked in their relationship.
He was just accompanying her.
Their relationship still held transactional elents, making such girlfriend-boyfriend boundaries inappropriate to question.
“He asked what gift to prepare for you.”
Ashton sat across from Bella, serving himself a bowl of soup.
“Huh?” Bella tilted her head, “Prepare a gift for ?”
“Yes, there will be an opportunity to et later, and he wants to prepare a eting gift for you in advance.”
“That, that’s unnecessary, right…”
“Why unnecessary?” Ashton looked at Bella.
Bella blinked: “I just think it’s not needed.”
“Why not needed?” Ashton continued questioning.
Bella couldn’t answer, because she didn’t know why it was necessary, naturally she couldn’t answer why it wasn’t.
After several seconds of silence, Ashton said: “Girls receiving gifts is nothing but normal. He just feels it’s polite to give you, there’s no unnecessary or necessary about it.
Just accept it, it’s your due.”
Bella’s eyelashes trembled slightly, sneaking glances at Ashton several tis, wanting to say sothing but finding she didn’t know what to say in response.
“For these situations, no need to think about how to respond. With a sweeter tongue, you just say, it’s the thought that counts. If embarrassed, say ‘Thank this friend for , treat him to a al next ti’.” Ashton fondly ruffled the back of Bella’s head, his voice gentle.
“I, I…” Bella was at a loss for words.
Ashton laughed: “Tell , you’ve learned it.”
“I’ve learned it, Uncle.” Bella looked earnestly at Ashton: “Thank you.”
Thank you, for seeing through all my silent shyness and unease.
And thank you for still teaching how to deal with it after seeing through .
“Good girl.” Ashton pinched her cheek.
Chubby, cute, and felt nice to the touch.
Could be a little more plump.
With this thought, Ashton served Bella another bowl of soup.
“I already drank earlier, and I ate a lot while you were on the call…” Bella pleadingly looked at the extra bowl of soup, unable to suppress a satisfied burp.
“Soup doesn’t take up space.” Ashton reminded.
Bella glanced at him, eventually sighed, and obediently drank the soup.
Despite being full, she finished the bowl of soup to the last drop, finally unable to bear it, languishing on the sofa, just watching Ashton clean the kitchen.
This apartnt was prepared by Jade Patel, originally for Rose Woods to use for college.
But because of the fallout with Oliver Hughes, Bella negotiated with Jade Patel to take it; during that ti, Jade Patel always looked at her coldly.
Repeatedly saying she stole Rose’s things.
As a result, Bella even had a repulsion for this apartnt, thinking about renting it out, and confirming a decision to study abroad then sell it.
Yet watching the man busy in the kitchen and feeling the light illuminating every corner of the apartnt suffused her heart with warmth.
It seed as if the spot in her heart long empty was suddenly filled.
The knot in her heart loosened, catching Bella by surprise.
Unable to resist, Bella got up, running over, hugging the man washing dishes from behind tightly.
Ashton paused his movents, then chuckled: “Weren’t you too full, needing to rest?”
“This is resting.”
Bella rubbed her face back and forth on the man’s bare back.
Ashton paused his dishwashing, his voice slightly husky: “Little Bella…”
“What?”
“If you’re full, would it feel uncomfortable to be nudged?”
Bella’s action of hugging froze instantly!
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