Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 28: Chapter 28: Miss Woods, I Reason Instead of Competing for Favor Chapter 28: Chapter 28: Miss Woods, I Reason Instead of Competing for Favor Bella Woods could feel Oliver Hughes’s slightly parted lips getting closer to her.

Almost in an instant, Bella Woods abruptly lifted her head and pushed Oliver Hughes away.

Oliver Hughes hadn’t anticipated Bella Woods pushing him; he staggered back several steps, and the large bouquet of roses in his hand fell to the ground, scattering everywhere.

Oliver Hughes struggled to stand firm, staring at Bella Woods in shock.

The crowd that had been jeering instantly fell silent, and the scene carried an indescribable awkwardness.

“Um, I’m going to the restroom.”

Bella Woods abruptly stood up and turned to run away.

Oliver Hughes stayed where he was, finally kicking the table over: “What are you looking at!”

The surrounding people didn’t dare to watch any longer and quickly dispersed.

Oliver Hughes angrily tugged at his clothes, gritting his teeth: “Bella Woods, you’re something else!”

Daring to reject him in public.

And after he had prepared so much romance for her tonight.

Bella Woods!

Fine, very fine!

Absolutely fine!

The veins on Oliver Hughes’s neck bulged with anger, while his sinister and resentful gaze suddenly locked onto the phone Bella Woods left on the sofa.

He remembered when he was transferring money to Bella Woods at a family banquet, he caught a glimpse of a note.

When they were leaving the hotel in the car, Bella Woods was constantly on her phone messaging.

Just now, while he was preparing backstage, he also saw Bella Woods looking down and texting.

Sleeping with a male prostitute?

Keeping a little pretty boy?

Making a fool out of him?

Whether it’s true or not, this phone will reveal the truth!

Oliver Hughes calmed down and sat on the sofa.

Meanwhile, Ashton Marshall got up to leave, and Tim Season, clutching his phone, found an excuse to leave as well.

In comparison to the gossip around Oliver Hughes, he clearly wasn’t excited enough to sleep with a little reporter.

…

Bella Woods walked down the corridor, and just as she pushed the door to enter the restroom, she was suddenly picked up, brought into a stall.

The toilet lid was flipped down, Bella Woods sat on it, her chin was caught, forcing her to tilt her head up as the other person’s kiss came down overwhelmingly.

“Mmm!”

Bella Woods struggled a bit, but the sound she made was quite suggestive.

“Don’t… not here.”

As she struggled, the man took off the lace mask covering his face with one hand, easily binding her hands together, pressing them forward, which caused Bella Woods to lean back, making her waist arch up.

“You… mmmm.”

As she was about to speak, she was kissed again, being ravaged.

The man’s fingers undone her shirt buttons one by one, and as his large hand slid in, Bella Woods’s body instinctively arched up.

“Uncomfortable.” She struggled with her bound hands, her gaze filled with lustrous tears and a pitiful grievance.

The man chuckled: “Did I bully you?”

“Didn’t you?”

From the start, her voice was hoarse, truly like she had been thoroughly bullied.

Ashton Marshall laughed more, his fingers wandered over Bella Woods’s face, lingering finally on her lips.

“How are you…”
The words stopped abruptly.

The fingers that were toying with her lips abruptly probed inside as she spoke, the index finger firmly pressing on her teeth, slowly rubbing.

Bella Woods’s face flushed red in shame, deliberately biting down, tilting her head to avoid the finger.

The man gazed at the crystal-clear trace left on his index finger, placing it on his lips, his deep eyes filled with lover-like ambiguity and invitation.

Bella Woods hurriedly averted her gaze: “My fiancé is still waiting for me outside.”

“Hmm, I know.” Ashton Marshall nodded: “Go on a date with your fiancé, leaving me hanging, the fiancé is very important.”

“I, well…”
Bella Woods wanted to retort, she wouldn’t do anything with Oliver Hughes, but didn’t know what words should tumble out of her mouth.

Meanwhile, the man’s hand had already moved from her ribs to her back, while sliding on it, skillfully unclasping her bra, and tracing lightly on her spine.

Bella Woods almost instinctively stiffened her body.

The man leaned down to her ear and asked: “Does your fiancé know your sensitive spot is on the back?”

“And does he know…”
As soon as he finished speaking, he took Bella Woods’s earlobe into his mouth, sucking lightly and causing her body to tingle with sensitivity, and as she tilted her head, an embarrassing sound slipped from between her lips.

Ashton Marshall’s smile deepened: “Does he know, when you cry out, you sound like a soft and enticing little kitten?”

“Don’t moan, I’m afraid the noise will be too much.”

The man kindly reminded Bella Woods.

Bella Woods glared at him, finally biting his neck.

The man grunted in pain, chuckled, pinching her soft spot: “I told you not to moan, yet here you are enticing me greatly.”

“Let’s go to the room at night, not here, okay?” Bella Woods’s voice softened, leaning against his shoulder pleadingly.

“Won’t you be accompanying your fiancé tonight?” the man countered.

“I didn’t do anything with him.”

“Miss Woods, your fiancé sang in public, gifted you flowers, if you don’t spend time with him, doesn’t that seem unreasonable?” Ashton Marshall spoke seriously: “I’m a reasonable person, I don’t vie for attention.

The fiancé takes half the night, I only need this much time.”

Bella Woods glanced at him, just in time to meet his deep, ocean-like gaze, carrying a certain hard-to-define seriousness and inexplicable grievance.

He continued: “What if the young fiancé doesn’t understand foreplay, shouldn’t I prepare you with foreplay?”

Bella Woods opened her mouth, after a long pause, she could only manage: “Then should I thank you, for taking such care of me?”

“Naturally. After all, Miss Woods uses her fiancé’s money to support me, I should be sensible.” Ashton Marshall said solemnly, his hands never staying idle.

“May I ask, can you tell me now, how much does it cost to keep you for a year?” Bella Woods felt this was the time to seriously discuss the numbers.

“Shh.”

Ashton Marshall placed his finger on his lips, signaling Bella Woods to keep quiet.

As his hand fell, it slipped inside the loose waistband, hooking onto a certain curve.

Just as Bella Woods was about to struggle, she felt his fingers.

“You…”

Her legs were lifted onto his shoulders, in a challenging position that made Bella Woods feel utterly weak.

“Don’t do this, I can’t handle it, my back hurts, I… hmm…”
All her struggling accusations turned into incoherent whimpers under the man’s finger movements, not forming complete sentences, words, or intentions.

The small stall door could not block the sounds of Bella Woods’s pleasurable yet agonizing hums, along with some crying sounds.

“Either do it properly or stop.”

“You’re doing this on purpose, purposely bullying me like this.”

“This time, no…”
“Get your hand out!”

Obscene sounds echoed from the stall.

Rose Woods cautiously pushed the door open, just in time to hear and see everything.

Her face filled with shock, she was both furious and excited!

Since Oliver Hughes had taken Bella Woods away, she’d been following them, including when Oliver sang for Bella Woods on stage, her jealousy almost made her want to lash out at Bella Woods.

Even Bella Woods’s obnoxious refusal of Oliver Hughes’s kiss made Rose Woods think Bella Woods deserved to die.

And now, hearing Bella Woods’s sounds inside the stall, she was thrilled.

She was going to call Oliver Hughes over to catch them in the act!