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Chapter 14: Chapter 14: Please Me, I’ll Teach You How to Make Him Apologize Chapter 14: Chapter 14: Please Me, I’ll Teach You How to Make Him Apologize Bella Woods lunged fiercely, but in her excitement, her mouth slipped to his Adam’s apple, biting hard, causing the man to grunt.

“Ashton Marshall, you’re playing with fire.”

He grasped Bella’s waist, pinning her against the wall beside him, pressing his chest against hers as he kissed her.

Her back against the cold wall, her front pressed by the man’s burning chest.

The sensation was like fire and ice.

In the end, she was kissed until her legs went weak, and as she slid down, her face brushed against the waistband of his pants before being caught.

The man laughed freely: “Wasn’t this not going to happen?”

Bella blushed, stubbornly denying: “I was just kissing you. You’re the one who can’t distinguish between kissing and something more, right?”

Ashton scoffed.

She was sharp enough to use his words against him.

What an interesting kid.

Ashton bent down to nibble Bella’s earlobe, gently biting it: “Bella Woods, make me happy, and I’ll teach you how to get Oliver Hughes to apologize to you, hmm?”

The offer was too tempting.

Without much thought, following instincts both body and mind, she cupped the man’s face and kissed him.

But Bella was too excited, all her strength pressing against the man, causing them both to fall into the water, creating a huge splash in the bathtub, soaking the entire bathroom floor.

The soft girl knelt on the man’s waist, her kisses trailing from his lips downward, finally lingering at his Adam’s apple, her soft little hands wandering over his taut muscles.

Boldly pulling open his waistband to slip her hand inside, the man caught her wrists, lifting her out of the water.

Bella’s body hit the edge of the bathtub, her eyes glancing at the man, a bit lost: “What’s wrong?”

She sounded rather pitiful.

The man looked at her expressionlessly: “You said, nothing more.”

“But I want Oliver Hughes to apologize to me,” Bella implored, looking at the man pitifully.

He stood over her: “You said it very seriously, nothing more.”

“…”
“And you also emphasized that my service tonight was to tie you up, not letting you touch me.”

“…”
Could she take it back?

Bella watched helplessly as the man got out of the bathtub, stepping through the water.

Just as he was about to leave the bathroom, Bella, without much thought, jumped out of the bathtub, leaping onto Ashton’s back, wrapping her legs around his waist, her hands around his neck.

“You little rascal,” Ashton said quite seriously, “I’m a reasonable person, I agreed, not to let you touch me.”

He easily peeled Bella off from around him.

Bella wrapped herself around his front again, rubbing against him.

In the end, she got pushed away mercilessly, and the man walked out without looking back.

“Can I take it back?” Bella shouted at his retreating figure.

Ashton stopped halfway, a slight smirk on his lips, but when he turned back to look at Bella, his face was serious, “How can that be, one has to take responsibility for one’s words.”

“I’m only eighteen, you have to allow me to say the wrong things, make wrong decisions,” Bella said boldly.

Her gaze was fixed on him.

Her hands wrapped around his waist, secretly pinching twice: “Looks good, feels even better.”

Ashton lowered his eyes: “Didn’t you say you were going to get engaged, to hold onto your emotional boundaries, hmm?”

“Engagement is just a plan to free myself from home, without feelings, where’s the boundary?” she declared boldly, throwing Ashton’s words back at him.

Ashton chuckled as Bella stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, but the man dodged.

She was furious: “You’ve been teasing me from the start, now you don’t want it, no way!”

In her anger, she tugged him toward the bed.

“You make it sound like I’m some schemer, taking advantage of you.”

“As if you’re some decent person, pretty boy?”

Pretty boy.

Ashton was amused by this title, pinching Bella’s face: “Suddenly very curious.”

“Curious about what?”

“Curious about your expression the day you mention ‘pretty boy’ again.”

Ashton was even starting to look forward to her expression and thoughts once she discovered his identity.

Just, rather amused.

Bella, at this moment, wasn’t concerned about curiosity or meanings, her hands frantically pulling off her wet clothes and his.

“If you reject me, I’ll give you a bad review, you know?”

She stealthily glanced at a certain area: “Fake seriousness, true reaction.”

With that, she stretched out a foot and straddled him.

Both hers and Ashton’s expressions changed.

“It hurts.” Bella nearly cried out.

Ashton pinched her waist: “You reckless child.”

“Then don’t give yourself to me, yet let me please you… don’t move, it hurts.”

“Take it slow.”

With this kid who had let herself go under the effect of the medicine, Ashton had no choice but to support her delicate waist, helping her adjust slowly.

“Wuwuwuwu.”

The young girl cried so intensely, he had no choice but to change their positions, adding in the prelude he hadn’t had time for, allowing her to slowly start relaxing.

…
Three hours later.

With the man’s help, Bella finished her bath and slipped into a man’s shirt, sitting on the sofa.

The buttons were fastened carelessly, exposing her neck, collarbone, and chest, the fine fair skin mottled with marks, her eyes slightly red with lingering tears.

Pitiful indeed.

Ashton opened a small cake and took a spoonful to coax the kid: “Be good, have a few bites.”

Bella’s expression was full of resentment, refusing to eat, turning her head away.

Ashton chuckled, putting the cake on a small spoon and bringing it to his own mouth, then he pinched Bella’s chin and kissed her, the cream swirling between their mouths until it was all swallowed by Bella.

Her face flushed with angry embarrassment.

Ashton laughed at her: “When sitting on me, you were so brave.”

“Enough.”

He continued, much to her annoyance, as he fed her more cake — this time Bella ate obediently.

He sighed with regret, eyeing the expanse of skin on her neck and collarbone.

Her skin, fair and tender, went quite well with cream.

“Little girl, let’s try something different, hmm?” Ashton was eager.

Bella hurriedly clutched her shirt tighter, clamping her legs: “Stop for a minute, let me rest, it hurts.”

“Apply some ointment, hmm?”

Bella said nothing, but her expression was aggrieved and accusatory.

Surely he knew what he’d put her through earlier?

Ashton couldn’t stand the little one’s grievances.

There was an eight-year gap between them, making her distress tug at his heartstrings, giving him a guilty feeling of bullying a kid.

He quickly fed her more cake: “Alright, alright, rest up.”

His voice was incredibly doting.

Kids, after all, need to be spoiled.

He switched on the television.

As the screen flickered to life, it played some old news about the Hughes Family.

Ashton continued to feed Bella the cake while explaining some matters about the Hughes Family.

Bella knew he was about to teach her how to get Oliver to apologize, so she listened intently.