Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 31: Chapter 31: The Dignified President Marshall Relies on His Looks to Deceive Young Girls Chapter 31: Chapter 31: The Dignified President Marshall Relies on His Looks to Deceive Young Girls Bella Woods stared at Ashton Marshall in silence for a while.

Finally, she removed his hand from her jaw and cupped his face with both hands: “With a face like this, you don’t need to learn any tricks of the younger crowd.”

“Hmm?” Ashton raised an eyebrow faintly.

“This face alone could kill countless,” Bella said earnestly, and feeling it wasn’t enough, she added, “And the body is amazing too.”

“I see.”

Ashton seemed to understand, yet when he licked his lips, the corner of his mouth curled up involuntarily: “I thought you would say something else.”

He leaned slightly against the back of the chair, letting his hand drift along Bella’s collar, casually unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her pure white bra underneath.

Bella didn’t notice his actions, just asked curiously: “What did you think I would say?”

“That my skills are good, and I last long.”

With that simple sentence, Bella’s face heated up. She struggled subconsciously, only to have her waist held tightly.

He pressed his face close to hers, aggressive: “Isn’t that so?”

Bella, too embarrassed to admit it, squirmed to escape, but as his hand pinched her sensitive waist dimple, a numbing sensation shot throughout her body, causing Bella to straighten her back, tilt her head slightly, and lick the enticing red mole on his nose bridge with her lips.

Between her lips and teeth, she almost involuntarily let out a word: “Yes.”

“Compared to your fiancé, Miss Woods?”

Miss Woods, still Miss Woods!

Bella simply cupped his face and kissed him over and over: “You’re the best, you look the best, you top the hardest.”

Ashton raised an eyebrow naturally, but the next second he frowned: “Did he top you?”

Bella’s eyes were initially dazed, but as she lowered her head, she met the man’s deep gaze, his eyes shaded with a dark chill.

However, looking again, there was nothing there.

“No,” she said, “he thinks I’m uncultured, and I think he’s dirty.”

“So you don’t find me dirty?” Ashton’s gaze was ghostly, cupping Bella’s face.

Bella understood the implication in his words.

Professionally speaking, the man holding her had encountered countless people, with extensive skills.

Oliver Hughes liked to play around, yet had a thing for virgins.

But there’s a world of difference between profession and playing around.

“Using protection,” Bella thought seriously.

Ashton laughed at her words, pinched her cheek gently: “Such a kid.”

Simple-minded thinking.

Bella was not convinced: “I know, in your eyes, I’m just a kid. But, do you want to make a deal with me?

I’ll support you for this year, you can take a break, uncle?”

“Uncle?” The man’s gaze darkened.

“Handsome uncle?” Bella changed the title.

Handsome male prostitute.

Handsome uncle.

Ashton was sure, he was using this face to make this kid insist on supporting him.

The dignified President Marshall had never thought he’d one day use his looks to trick a kid.

“Do you agree?” Bella leaned forward to Ashton, biting her lip and blinking her clear eyes.

Such purity is seductive and lethal.

Ashton reached out to cover Bella’s eyes, but she immediately removed his hand, staring straight at him: “Okay, handsome uncle?”

“Don’t act cute.”

“So will you agree to accompany me for a year, okay?”

The more he forbade being cute, the more she acted cute.

Such a soft voice, with such a sweet face…

This kid’s face was quite irresistible too.

Ashton tilted his head as if to kiss her, but Bella quickly moved back.

With the kiss missing, Ashton lifted his gaze to look at her, his eyes fierce.

Bella was a little scared; sometimes his aura was strong: “First, let’s talk about this.”

“If we can’t agree, we don’t do it?” Ashton raised an eyebrow, pinching Bella and making her already empty body go softer.

“Can’t you agree?” Bella was very aggrieved, her eyes turning red, her gaze misty, looking so wet and pitiful at Ashton.

Such a pitiful kid is the hardest to resist.

Ashton averted his gaze, irritably licking the corner of his lips: “How much did Oliver offer you?”

“What?”

“Money.”

“Ten million.”

“Then ten million.”

With that, Ashton grabbed the back of Bella’s head and kissed her.

“No… wait, you agreed… um.”

“Resist and it’s void.”

Bella immediately stopped struggling, her hands softly clinging to Ashton’s shoulders, responding to his kiss.

As the man’s lips moved from hers downwards, with his nose brushing her tender skin, Bella involuntarily straightened her back, raising her chin slightly.

Her movement made the waist dimple deeper, and his large palm barely held onto her waist, with his fingers kneading alternately hard and light.

Having been worked up just now, Bella was already somewhat unsatisfied, and under the man’s high-level teasing, she surrendered, utterly defenseless.

Bella thought the reason she insisted on supporting him for this year, wanting him to accompany her while she stayed domestically.

It wasn’t just because she was infatuated with his stunningly beautiful face, but also because of his skilled techniques.

Once a good girl has tasted the very best male allure, there’s no going back to being a plain white jasmine flower.

The car rocked gently along the road with their movements.

Under the pale moonlight, shining on the black car, the air inside filled with ambiguous affection.

After both were satisfied…

Bella collapsed against the car seat, too tired to even lift a finger, just watching him use wet wipes to clean up, finally dressing her and tossing the wet wipes into the car’s trash bin.

The car window opened, letting the steamy warmth dissipate.

Bella’s gaze lingered on his wrist, her right hand clinging to it, sliding to his open palm, interlocking her fingers with his.

Looking up and meeting his gaze, Bella smiled radiantly, with a hint of coquettishness: “You are mine now.”

“For me alone.”

She added.

Ashton snorted, gently pinching Bella’s neck, lowering his head to kiss her already swollen lips, focusing on the corners where the skin was broken.

He kissed tenderly: “Does it hurt?”

Bella was very aggrieved: “If you had asked me this while pinning my head down, I would have been moved.”

Asking after the fact.

“Got it,” Ashton buried his head in Bella’s chest: “The grievance of the little girl.”

Bella didn’t want to pay attention to him.

Too fierce.

Any position was possible.

Made her eat anything.

Meanwhile, Bella’s phone rang; it was a message.

Cyan Marshall: Bella, are you asleep?

Bella glanced at the time, ten o’clock at night, she replied: Not yet sleeping, what’s up Aunt Cyan?

Just after replying, Cyan Marshall’s call came through.

Bella immediately pushed Ashton aside, sat up straight, and told him: “Shh, Oliver Hughes’s mom is calling.”

She quickly took a deep breath, swallowed, tried hard to make her voice normal, then answered the call: “Aunt Cyan.”

Ashton watched Bella transform back into an obedient white jasmine flower, the corner of his mouth curved slightly, the gaze in his eyes teasing and amused.

He leaned next to Bella, his hand starting to misbehave.

Just done, her body still sensitive, as soon as he touched her, Bella’s breathing deepened. She quickly covered her mouth, glaring at Ashton beside her!