Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 27: Chapter 27: Bringing Gossip, a Trillionaire President Becomes a Third Party for Love Chapter 27: Chapter 27: Bringing Gossip, a Trillionaire President Becomes a Third Party for Love Oliver Hughes’ surprise?

Bella Woods had been by his side for four years, frequently receiving scares, but never surprises.

Bella was curious about the surprise Oliver mentioned, yet she didn’t hold any expectations.

As she pondered, her phone vibrated.

Message from the handsome male prostitute: So, canceled the date to have a date with your fiancé.

The second after Bella read the message, she began looking around.

Finally, not far from her booth, she spotted a man wearing a black lace mask.

He was lazily slouched on a red sofa, his black suit clashing with the red in a striking display of color.

The collar of his white shirt was wide open, his arm movements revealing the entirety of his shoulder line, enhancing the line from his chin to his neck and collarbone.

Sexy, without a doubt.

Made one want to unbutton the remaining buttons of his white shirt.

Truly professional.

Just this one gesture could make someone tense with desire.

Bella silently swallowed a few times, her gaze shifting in surprise upon seeing the man next to the handsome male prostitute.

In terms of figure, this man was rather striking, wearing a sheer white shirt, clearly the flirtatious type, yet he wore a Doraemon mask on his face, a childish contrast to his sensual presence.

Bella blinked.

The handsome male prostitute, such a wide range of services.

Bella lowered her head to reply to the handsome male prostitute’s message: Are you working?

Handsome male prostitute: I’m watching how our kids flirt with their fiancé, observing and learning the interests of the young.

Bella: …
She didn’t even need to look up to know the teasing curve on the man’s lips.

Bella chose to change the subject: Thank you for helping me earlier.

Handsome male prostitute: The way your fiancé protected you was indeed attractive.

Bella: … Can I make an excuse?

Handsome male prostitute: Share with me the secret stories of fun with your fiancé?

Bella scratched her head, somewhat at a loss.

How was she supposed to make an excuse?

An unprecedented situation left Bella at a loss for words.

And as she repeatedly tapped on the phone keyboard, trying to make an excuse, the deafening music in the bar suddenly stopped, the lights dimmed, and a beam of light fell softly on Bella.

She instinctively turned off her phone screen and casually placed it on the sofa.

“This song is for my fiancée, Miss Woods.”

Oliver stood on the stage, a guitar slung over his shoulder, delivering a vibrant confession full of youthful vigor, eliciting thunderous cheers and applause from the audience.

Directly making Bella the center of envy.

Facing so many gazes and with Oliver’s distinctive voice in her ears, Bella, who used to love listening to Oliver sing, now felt extremely uncomfortable.

Her gaze inadvertently glanced in the direction of the handsome male prostitute.

He was looking at her too, a pair of eyes under the black lace mask, seemingly carrying a hint of mockery and teasing.

Bella’s heart pounded nervously, instinctively looking away and glancing around aimlessly, finally having to land her gaze on the stage.

The dim light flickered on Bella’s face, her eyes rippling with emotion as she gazed at the stage, seemingly moved, with deep affection, which many captured in photos.

“Didn’t expect Young Master Oliver to be quite romantic.”

Tim Season, sitting in the booth, adjusted his Doraemon mask as he marveled.

Tim Season always enjoyed playing this masked game at bars, and today Ashton Marshall’s lace mask was also arranged by him.

At first, Ashton’s look could have killed him.

Originally planning to quit, later his subordinates reported that Young Master Oliver was bringing his fiancée over tonight, suddenly Ashton agreed.

Tim Season could only assume Ashton wanted to add a little amusement to life.

At this moment, Tim Season still marveled at Oliver Hughes as a person: “It’s good that Young Master Oliver knows how to cherish his fiancée. Sister Cyan chose this fiancée for him; she’s the best match for him, and also his favorite.”

“Mm?” Ashton slightly raised an eyebrow.

Though it was just one word, Tim Season sensed Ashton’s interest in his topic.

He had thought this gentleman wouldn’t care about such matters, mentioning it casually, but since he was interested, Tim Season could only explain.

“Sister Cyan chose this fiancée for Oliver, although she was raised in the countryside from a young age, she’s smart and academically excellent. In high school, she drew character designs for a game studio that received praise to this day, and that small studio is now among the top three game studios.”

“In terms of academics, she’s the best, and in terms of character, she’s obedient, mature, rational, suitable for someone like Oliver who enjoys playing around. Don’t be fooled by how Oliver seems now; he simply hasn’t had his fill yet, but in reality, Oliver can’t do without her.”

Tim Season, having thrived in the flowery world for many years, found Oliver Hughes too puerile.

Just a couple of glances and he could see clearly the complexity of Oliver’s feelings for Bella.

Otherwise, given Oliver’s capricious nature, how could he truly tolerate a wild country girl as his fiancée?

“This fiancée cannot do without Oliver either, she’s besotted.”

Tim Season gazed at Bella from afar and sighed.

But right after, he felt a chill down his neck.

Looking up, the gaze of the man in the booth was a bit chilly.

Tim Season touched his neck, pondering which word he might have said wrong?

Could it be for mentioning how Oliver played around?

“Uh…” Tim Season, unsure, decided to change the topic: “Third Young Master, have you reached a cooperation with the kid who said they wanted to keep you?”

Ashton laughed coldly, staring at Tim Season and throwing out a chilly sentence: “She loves her fiancé like crazy.”

The comment left Tim Season momentarily speechless: “Didn’t she say she wanted to keep you?”

“Keeping me and loving her fiancé, where’s the conflict?”

Tim Season shook his head vigorously: “None!”

He originally thought, Third Young Master Marshaller simply beckoned, and had the kid in his grasp, thus leading to the notion of keeping him.

Unbeknownst, the kid intended to keep him while being deeply in love with the fiancé, without doubt.

And the lofty darling of fate, the dignified president of the Marshall Clan Group, willingly alongside two men serving one woman!

Third Young Master, don’t love too deeply.

Silently, Tim Season picked up his phone, scrolling through contacts, found the little reporter keen for gossip a few days ago: Sleep with me again, I’ll give you a scoop.

Little Reporter: Buzz off.

Tim Season: A billionaire president becomes a side affair for love?

Little Reporter: Meet at the usual place!

Epiphany struck Tim Season, and he put the phone away.

Meanwhile, Oliver had finished singing.

He jumped off the stage, accepted a large bouquet of roses already prepared by the staff, and in the eyes of everyone present, walked up to Bella.

Bending to offer the roses, his smile radiated like a spring breeze: “From now on, let’s love each other well, Miss Woods.”

As he spoke, the romantic venue stirred with excitement once more.

Bella stared at Oliver’s smile, somewhat lost in thought.

Such a smile nearly took her back four years to the first time she met Oliver at the hospital.

He was still in his high school uniform then, white shirt, black pants, so slender he seemed almost fragile, his pale skin glowing under the hospital’s fluorescent lights.

He handed her a drink: “Sister, my name is Oliver Hughes, and I’ll take care of you from now on.”

His smile was warm like a spring breeze, smiling straight into Bella’s heart, binding her for four years.

But today, four years later, with the same smile, Bella’s heart felt a bittersweet sense of time gone by.

“Kiss! Kiss!”

The crowd began chanting.

The smile on Oliver’s lips deepened, as he gently cradled the back of Bella’s head, leaning in for a kiss…