CHAPTER 237 - 229: WHAT IS OUR LITTLE RICH GIRL THROWING A TANTRUM ABOUT?

Bella Woods actually felt sweet inside when Ashton Marshall sometimes called her his little girlfriend at first.

But ever since she learned of Nina Sutton's existence, Bella found that nickname somewhat sarcastic.

So now, Bella was angry and didn't hold back: "Maybe it's because Third Young Master didn't handle the ambiguity around him well. Once you pick up one relationship, you should put the other down."

Bella said this out of frustration.

She thought that if Ashton Marshall was determined to choose Nina Sutton, then what happened between them was just an accident at the beginning. He should straightforwardly clarify and let go, which would be good for everyone.

Instead of letting Nina repeatedly come to her, even kneel, to ask her to give Ashton Marshall back.

"Bella Woods, how dare you talk to my uncle like that?" Oliver Hughes pinched Bella's arm, reminding her that in front of her was Third Young Master Marshall, feared by everyone in Peace City.

What did she mean by her words just now? It was somewhat accusatory.

How dare she!

"Uncle, I'm sorry, my fiancée is spoiled by me and speaks without thinking, please don't mind." Oliver Hughes immediately explained on Bella's behalf.

"Just a sister," Bella emphasized.

It's not a fiancée relationship, but a brother-sister relationship in the future.

"My relationships are very clear, not fickle or tangled with messy feelings." Bella added, "I'll leave you to talk. I need to go to the restroom first."

After saying this, Bella broke free of Oliver Hughes' hand and walked toward the back.

She had been brought here a few times before and had been bullied in the restroom a few times, so she was familiar with the restroom here.

When Bella pushed open the restroom door, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on her face repeatedly, she finally calmed down.

Looking at the dripping wet face in the mirror, she suddenly found it a bit ridiculous.

"Bella Woods, what are you getting angry about?"

"Yeah, what is our little wealthy lady getting angry about?"

Ashton Marshall pushed the door open and entered, locking the door in the process.

When Bella was taken aback, Ashton Marshall had already come over, grabbed her waist with one hand, and lifted her onto the sink.

"You..."

Ashton Marshall propped his hands on either side of Bella Woods' body, bending slightly to meet her gaze.

"You haven't answered my question yet, hmm?" The man raised an eyebrow slightly.

Bella regained her senses and avoided making eye contact: "I don't know what you're talking about?"

Ashton pinched Bella's cheeks, forcing her to look at him: "Don't know? Then I'll ask again."

"Is our little wealthy lady mad at me for something?"

"No," Bella responded decisively.

The next second, Ashton directly pinched her face and kissed her. Bella's mouth was forced open, her head tilted back, and she lost all balance, even finding it hard to breathe.

Drool slipped down from the corner of her mouth.

Bella felt utterly embarrassed and quickly pushed Ashton away, wiping her mouth: "What are you doing?"

"Mad about what?" Ashton seriously stared at Bella.

"I'm not angry... mm-mm!"

Just as Bella was about to insist, Ashton's kiss came again.

His kiss was quite invasive, almost like a punishment.

Only when Bella felt breathless did Ashton let go: "Tell me, why are you angry?"

"I..."

Just as Bella was about to speak, seeing Ashton about to kiss her again, she hurriedly said, "I, I got my period."

"Hmm?" Ashton was puzzled: "Say that again."

"I got my period, I'm in a bad mood, and seeing you just annoys me," Bella shifted her gaze guiltily.

Ashton frowned in confusion: "Wasn't your period supposed to be in seven days?"

His distinctly jointed large hand wandered up Bella's leg, inching upward.

Bella quickly intercepted his advancing hand: "What are you doing?"

"Checking it out," Ashton said matter-of-factly, staring at her.

Bella blushed instantly: "What's there to check? It's normal for a girl's period to come early or late, it's not accurate, why make a fuss?"

Bella pushed him away and jumped off the sink.

Ashton lightly steadied her, staring puzzledly at her waist: "Not bad, still able to jump."

"What are you saying?"

"Who knows who it is, every time their period comes, they cling to me, whining and calling for Uncle or Brother Ashton, who knows what they want to play?"

Ashton bent down, his face lightly resting on Bella's shoulder, his breath naturally spraying onto her neck, startling Bella into shrinking her neck quickly.

She walked a few steps forward: "Um, I came with Oliver... my adoptive brother today, he'll send me back later."

"Adoptive brother or boyfriend, hmm?"

"Aunt Cyan is about to adopt me as her goddaughter, and between Oliver Hughes and me, there's only a sibling relationship!" Bella suddenly turned around and looked at Ashton seriously.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say, 'Unlike you, reconciling with a past love on one side yet can't let go on the other.'

Mostly because saying that seemed like jealousy, dissatisfaction, anger.

But she was just a stand-in, a temporary connection, what was there to be dissatisfied with?

Being jealous wasn't really her place either.

"If you enter the Hughes Family and become their goddaughter, have you thought about what you should call me?" Ashton suddenly asked.

"Uncle," Bella replied without thinking.

She wondered what was so different; didn't Ashton understand?

Only after she replied did Ashton sarcastically laugh and walk over to her side: "Oh, you know."

"What do you mean?" Bella was puzzled.

But Ashton didn't intend to answer her, stepping out and pulling the restroom door open.

Only when the restroom door closed did Bella come back to her senses slightly.

She didn't know what Ashton's eyes meant as he passed by, a mix of sarcasm and coldness.

Yet Bella didn't dwell on it.

Anyway, they were going to go separate ways, so there was no need to guess at relationships.

Bella adjusted herself, tidying her clothes, and left the restroom.

But as she was about to walk out, Oliver Hughes's voice echoed from behind: "Finally out? I thought you were going to hide in there forever."

Bella's heart skipped a beat as she turned back to find Oliver still in his racing suit, smoking.

Making eye contact with him that moment made Bella's heart pound wildly, wondering how long Oliver had been there.

Did he see when Ashton came out?

Was he waiting here to catch her?

"Is there something on my face that you're staring at me like that?" Oliver tilted his head and looked at her, smiling meaningfully.

Bella, however, was nervous and clenched her fists silently.