Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 25: Chapter 25: Falling into His Arms, Body Memory Even Stronger Chapter 25: Chapter 25: Falling into His Arms, Body Memory Even Stronger As Oliver Hughes was getting into the car, Bella Woods sent a string of crying emojis to the handsome gigolo.

Bella Woods: Let’s have our date another day.

Bella Woods: I promise to plan everything well so you have a great dating experience, and I won’t be the troublesome kid anymore.

Bella Woods: Boohoo, handsome gigolo, kisses, honey, darling, don’t give up on taking care of me. You must really think it over.

Bella Woods: I’ll make it up to you properly.

After sending, she followed it up with a barrage of teasing “shower” emojis.

Not until Oliver Hughes got into the car did Bella Woods finally place her phone screen-down on her thigh.

Oliver Hughes glanced: “Who are you messaging?”

“No one.” Bella Woods denied, her heart inexplicably racing.

It felt like the subtle thrill of an affair.

“Really.” Oliver Hughes started the car, slammed the accelerator, and the vehicle sped off like an arrow on the deserted road.

Bella Woods hurriedly grabbed the handle: “Slow down, slow down.”

“Men can’t go slow.” Oliver Hughes threw in a line.

Bella Woods stared at Oliver Hughes in shock.

He was… making a sexual innuendo.

And Oliver Hughes caught Bella Woods’ glance: “Understand that?”

“You, a virgin, should be clueless about such things, right?” Oliver Hughes said lightly.

Bella Woods felt the remark was offensive and uncomfortable, instinctively choosing to remain silent.

But after two seconds, Bella Woods still said, “I don’t like you talking like this. It’s disrespectful, impolite, and ungentlemanly.”

Screech!

The car came to an abrupt stop on the avenue, and Bella Woods’ body was jerked forward, restrained by the seatbelt, crashing hard into the seat back, leaving her back tingling with pain.

Oliver Hughes turned his torso to prop his left hand on the steering wheel, his right on the seat back, in amazement: “What did you just say, repeat it.”

“I said you…”

Before she could finish, Oliver Hughes suddenly leaned over and grasped Bella Woods’ jaw, staring at her face.

Bella Woods instinctively tried to evade, but Oliver Hughes pinched tighter.

“It hurts, Oliver Hughes.” Bella Woods resisted.

Oliver Hughes had no intention of loosening his grip: “Back then, Bella Woods wouldn’t utter a word even if it killed her. If I said anything that displeased her, she’d endure it silently, never voicing her grievances.”

“So you knew all along.” The grievances she suffered, the pain she endured.

“I’m not an idiot, of course I knew.”

Bella Woods said nothing, just stung with a sour ache inside.

Before, when she was bullied by Oliver Hughes’ friends, she said nothing, thinking it would put Oliver Hughes in a difficult position, she’d rather endure it herself, thinking Oliver Hughes knew nothing.

Turns out he knew everything, but since it wasn’t relevant, he chose not to care.

Bella Woods reached to push Oliver Hughes’ hand off her jaw: “Take me wherever you want.”

After speaking, Bella Woods added, “I’d be happy if you take me home.”

“Didn’t you used to want to cling to me 24/7? If I said I wouldn’t take you, you’d be so disappointed.”

“You also said it was before.”

“Why is it different now?” Oliver Hughes pressed: “Is there someone new?”

“Did Rose Woods talk to you?” Bella Woods suddenly asked, “Did she tell you I slept with a gigolo, that I kept a pretty boy, that I’m impure?”

Oliver Hughes’ expression became subtle, staring at Bella Woods, and after a while, he asked back, “Did you?”

“Do you think I did?” Bella Woods retorted.

“If you did, you did. If you didn’t, you didn’t. Playing word games with me?”

“If you believe I did, then I did. If not, then not. What I say doesn’t matter, it depends on what the listener chooses to believe.”

“Bella Woods, you have to remember one thing.” Oliver Hughes stared at her and said, “You are my fiancée, and you’re someone I, Oliver Hughes, took from a country girl to now someone with a touch of noble temperament.

Dare to be treacherous, sleep with a gigolo, keep a pretty boy…”

Even though he didn’t finish, Oliver Hughes’ gaze warned and shadowed with menace, still stating his stance clearly.

Oliver Hughes returned to the driver’s seat, restarting the car.

As the car rolled forward, Bella Woods felt her back pressed into the seat, feeling the cold from her sweat-drenched spine.

The car arrived at Paradise World.

As soon as the door opened, the booming music mixed with the scents of alcohol, perfume, and cigarette smoke rushed in.

A paradise of desire.

Oliver Hughes led Bella Woods to the booth.

Bella Woods instantly spotted Oliver Hughes’ group of friends in the best seats facing the stage, a few people messing around together.

A glass wedged between a sexy woman’s chest, someone with tied hands bent over using their face to close in and drank with their tongue bit by bit.

The onlookers were making a ruckus.

They spotted Oliver Hughes from afar and waved to greet him.

When Oliver Hughes greeted them, he naturally let go of Bella Woods’ hand, and with the crowded bar, Bella Woods and Oliver Hughes were soon separated.

Bella Woods just watched as Oliver Hughes walked towards his friends in the booth, completely ignoring her.

That’s the norm.

Anyway, Oliver Hughes presumed that no matter what, Bella Woods would find a way to catch up to him.

But that was the old Bella Woods.

Now she just wanted to find an excuse to leave, then text Oliver Hughes to say she went home ahead of time.

Bella Woods had this planned out, but unexpectedly, when she turned, she ran into someone.

“Sorry.”

“Bella Woods!”

An accusatory voice of hatred rang out, causing Bella Woods to look up and see the other’s face clearly: “Holly Watson.”

One of Oliver Hughes’ circle, Sienna Warren’s closest friend, the heiress of the Watson Family, who admired Sienna’s down-to-earth strength and always defended her, often scolding Bella Woods.

Bella Woods felt there was nothing to say to her, so she turned to leave.

Holly Watson blocked her way, “You just want to leave like this?”

“Earlier, our collision was accidental. You rushed over, I didn’t see it coming. Neither of us are innocent, but I’ve already apologized.” Bella Woods explained the previous collision.

Holly Watson was dismissive: “Who’s talking about that with you?”

“Then what do you want to say?”

“About Sienna!” Holly Watson lifted her chin: “I didn’t expect that you, who seem so weak and timid usually, turned out to be quite a ruthless character, able to get Sienna sent to the police station.”

“That’s because she slandered me.”

“Oh, please, someone as proud as her wouldn’t bother speaking to you, let alone slander you. Didn’t you just think she stole Oliver Hughes, so you set her up with a false report.”

“Miss Watson, please get your facts straight before saying such things.”

“When I bailed Sienna out from the police station, she was still speaking up for you. Saying she could understand your unrequited love, so she didn’t blame you.” Holly Watson looked at Bella Woods disapprovingly: “With what Sienna said, competing for a man and using such vile means, you’re truly disgusting!”

As Holly Watson spoke, she pushed Bella Woods.

A passing bartender holding a tray of drinks, without thinking, Holly Watson grabbed it and flung it at Bella Woods’ face.

“I’m giving you a chance today, kneel down and apologize, I’ll send the video to Sienna and end your issue with her, I’ll handle it today.”

Holly Watson positioned herself as a dispenser of justice, kicking at Bella Woods’ knees.

Bella Woods reacted quickly, barely dodging, but her body lost balance and fell backward, right into an embrace.

A familiar scent washed over her, Bella Woods reacted faster than her mind.

She nearly blurted out…

The handsome gigolo.