Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 23: Chapter 23: Fiancé Finds Out She Has a Little Pretty Boy Chapter 23: Chapter 23: Fiancé Finds Out She Has a Little Pretty Boy “You didn’t answer me.”

Bella Woods couldn’t get an accurate number and felt a bit anxious.

After all, she couldn’t stay out for too long; she still had to go back and shake down her parents… Oh, I mean, get compensation for her grievances.

She calculated that besides the money for studying abroad, everything else could go to the handsome male prostitute.

“Rejected.” Ashton Marshall didn’t give a number; he gave an answer.

“Why?” Bella Woods blurted out, grabbing Ashton Marshall’s collar.

It wasn’t an astronomical number; it was a rejection.

Very disappointing, huh.

“You’re too young, can’t handle much, cry easily, and need to be coaxed…” Ashton Marshall wrinkled his nose reluctantly: “Troublesome.”

“Coaxing a kid for a year is better than coaxing an eccentric older sister.” Bella Woods mumbled discontentedly, poking Ashton’s chest with her finger, “Think about it again?”

“No.”

Raise a kid.

For just one year.

Tsk.

Bella Woods’s disappointment deepened.

She was happy with the handsome male prostitute, thinking that if she had such a good-looking man for the remaining year in the country, it wouldn’t be hard to get by.

But he wasn’t willing, and she couldn’t force him.

“Alright then.” Bella Woods restrained her disappointment as much as possible, but her tone was still muffled, with a soft grievance: “Then I wish you smooth sailing and quick success in your career.”

“I’ll buy you a gift later.”

This sentence sounded even more aggrieved.

She gave a reluctant glance at the man’s face, sighed deeply, and was about to turn and leave when the man’s sneering voice rang out: “Giving up so easily?”

“You’ve already rejected twice.” Bella Woods turned back to him, grumbling with grievance.

A very decisive rejection.

Twice, even.

Seeing Bella Woods looking so pitiful, Ashton Marshall couldn’t help but laugh, pulling her in front of him, pinching her nose: “Can’t you try to persuade me more?”

“Would you agree if I did?” Bella Woods’ eyes brightened.

“No…” The word wasn’t even fully out before Ashton saw Bella Woods pouting unhappily, looking as if she might cry at any moment.

He did say, raising and coaxing kids is troublesome.

“I’ll consider it.” Ashton Marshall said.

Bella Woods’s pout instantly turned into a smile, and she jumped up to kiss Ashton Marshall on the cheek: “Then think about it carefully. And let me know a number so I can prepare the money.”

“You’re quite different from the first time I met you, little one.”

He reached out and ruffled Bella Woods’s hair, his lips curling up with her bright, happy smile.

The first time?

Bella Woods thought about her first meeting with the handsome male prostitute, back then she was being tricked by her parents, feeling like the sky had fallen.

Trapped in a situation of wanting love but not being able to get it.

But it’s different now; her expectations are no longer for love, but for a future away from her current situation.

And…

A future with the handsome male prostitute for a year.

“Maybe when you let go of obsession, you feel lighter.” Bella Woods reflected.

“I thought you’d say I’m good at taking care of you.” Ashton Marshall bent down to look Bella Woods in the eye, arms crossed behind him.

Bella Woods suddenly remembered someone ‘taking care’ of her, and her face turned red.

A bit embarrassed.

“Well, remember to give me a number; the banquet’s not over yet, I have to go back.”

She covered her face, trying to leave, but was pulled back.

Ashton Marshall maintained his bent posture, lips slightly curved, deep eyes staring intently: “If you’re leaving, shouldn’t you leave something behind, so I can consider it carefully?”

As he spoke, he tilted his face a little, deliberately poking his cheek with his tongue.

Bella Woods instantly understood, tiptoed to give him a big kiss on the cheek, and when the man turned his face back, she kissed his lips twice more: “Think carefully, being with me is very sweet.”

“Mm, it is sweet.” The man tasted his lips, savoring it.

Bella Woods felt his every move was so alluring.

Her heart tingling.

“Um…” Bella Woods licked her lips: “Can we sleep together tonight?”

When she asked this, Bella Woods didn’t even dare to look at the man’s expression, but could feel the curve of his lips and his enticing eyes.

“No, not that kind of sleeping… just don’t want to go home, just want to…”

“A date?” Ashton Marshall suddenly said.

Bella Woods looked up in surprise: “What?”

“Take a walk, have a date, then sleep together.” Ashton looked at her, “Get a feel for coaxing a kid, maybe I’ll consider agreeing…”

“Okay!” Bella Woods immediately nodded: “I’ll find you after the banquet.”

“Alright.” Ashton nodded: “Little ancestor.”

“It’s little rich lady, little miss.” Bella Woods corrected, rather proudly.

Ashton Marshall’s smile was dazzling: “Oh, little rich lady.”

Watching Bella Woods was entrancing, but she quickly shook her head and ran off.

This man was too devilish, watching him more made her insatiably greedy.

But as Bella Woods ran out, someone reached out to brush against her arm, and as she moved away, her arm slid through his hand, leaving his hand empty.

Ashton Marshall looked at his empty palm, chuckling.

He pondered for a moment and sent a message to Tim Season: That kid said she wants to keep me; what do you think is appropriate?

Tim Season: …

Ashton Marshall: Oh, you haven’t been kept, you don’t understand numbers.

Tim Season: …

Third Young Master, is it a point of pride to be kept as a male prostitute?

…

Bella Woods separated from Ashton Marshall and didn’t dare return to the banquet directly. Instead, she went to the restroom to compose herself.

However, Bella Woods hurried so fast that she didn’t notice when Oliver Hughes, with a grim face, emerged from the other corner and ran to where Bella Woods had been lingering.

Trailing behind Oliver Hughes was Rose Woods.

Unfortunately, Oliver Hughes rushed to the scene at the fastest speed only to face an empty corridor.

No lover was present.

“Brother Oliver, she really has someone. She’s already made you wear a green hat! And that person is especially lowly, a male prostitute selling himself!” Rose Woods caught up with Oliver Hughes, stressing with excitement.

She had been placed in a room by Jade Patel earlier.

But however she thought about it, she couldn’t swallow this grievance and decided to secretly report this to Oliver Hughes.

Oliver Hughes didn’t respond to Rose Woods. His phone screen lit up, showing a picture he had just captured, with Bella Woods leaving the corner, a hand against her right.

That arm, with prominent veins and a broad palm, clearly belonged to a man who regularly worked out.

Even though it was just such an image, it carried an infinite sense of ambiguity.

Meanwhile, Oliver Hughes recalled glimpsing the words ‘handsome, male prostitute’ flash by when he grabbed Bella Woods’ phone earlier at the banquet.

Oliver Hughes clenched his phone tightly, breathing heavily.

“Brother Oliver, I really don’t want you to be deceived. Although I don’t know why Bella Woods’s physical checks show she’s a virgin, she didn’t return last night, and when she came back, she was covered in marks…”

Rose Woods spoke more and more excitedly, pointing in the direction of the banquet: “As long as you agree, I’ll rush over right now and strip her clothes off without consequence so you can see if what I’m saying is true!”