Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 100 - Dont Call Me Little Bella

Yet, Bella stubbornly insisted on prying Ashton’s hand away. In the end, her fingers turned red from the effort, and Ashton’s hand bore several scratch marks, but she wouldn’t give up.

She just had to pry it open.

But no matter what, she couldn’t pry it away.

She tried and tried, but she never succeeded.

“Third Brother, you should let her go, Bella…”

“Did I say you could speak?” Ashton raised his eyes coldly, instantly silencing Ethan.

“Can you let me go?” When Bella looked up and locked eyes with Ashton, the sourness in her nose intensified, her eyes moistening and blurring the man’s face in front of her.

“Why are you out here alone?” Ashton asked, ignoring the question.

“Uncle, I’m still your little nephew’s fiancée. Aren’t you worried that holding me like this will damage your reputation if it gets out?” Bella reminded him.

“You’ve forgotten that the engagement party has turned into the Hughes Family’s thank-you banquet, and you and Oliver Hughes are no longer related and never will be.”

“But I was once Oliver’s fiancée.”

When Bella said this, Ashton sighed helplessly, “Little Bella, tonight’s play was to give you freedom, not to keep you bound to Oliver.”

“Lu…”

Bella started to speak, but her voice choked up. She quickly closed her mouth and her eyes, diverting her gaze, trying hard to hold back her tears.

Unwilling to reveal her weakness in this situation.

Bella took a deep breath to compose herself.

“Third Brother, whatever happened with Bella, you still…”

“Ethan, if you want to stay mute for a lifetime, make another sound now.” Ashton warned coldly.

Ethan shut his mouth, but his gaze at Bella still held some reluctance.

“In the future, stay three feet away from her. If I catch you talking to her again, you will bear the consequences.”

With that, Bella’s feet left the ground, and Ashton lifted her up in his arms, turning to leave.

It wasn’t until Ashton took a few steps that Bella came back to her senses and struggled fiercely, “Ashton Marshall, let me go!”

Ashton let her struggle as he carried her to the car parked on the street.

His assistant opened the rear door, and Ashton placed Bella inside. Bella immediately opened the door on the other side, intending to leave, but Ashton leaned in, closed the door with a hand.

One hand pressed against the car seat, the other on the door, entirely trapping Bella between the seat and his chest.

Ashton stared at Bella.

Bella refused even to look at him, pushing against his chest, “Let me go!”

“Little Bella…”

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“Don’t call me that!” Bella’s emotions suddenly flared up, glaring with red eyes like a cat with its fur standing on end.

“Why?” Ashton asked, looking at her.

Bella opened her mouth but then closed it, shifting her gaze elsewhere.

Ashton held her chin, forcing her to face him again, “Answer me, why don’t you want me to call you that?”

Because it reminds me how foolish I am!

Because it’s more mocking!

Bella naturally had the answers in her heart, but she was unwilling to voice them, as it would be even more humiliating.

She reached out to remove Ashton’s hand from her face.

“What happened to your face?” Ashton noticed the red marks on Bella’s face, “Did your parents hit you?”

“Haven’t I taught you when it’s time to fight back…”

“Third Young Master!” Bella abruptly interrupted him, “This is my business, unrelated to Third Young Master. You’re a busy man, so please don’t waste time on someone like me. Please let me out of the car!”

“What if I don’t?” Ashton retorted.

To this question, Bella didn’t know how to answer, so she just averted her gaze.

But when she turned her head, Ashton corrected her.

He didn’t touch her face this time because of the scratches, his hands lingered on Bella’s neck, “Little Bella, if you’re unhappy, say it directly, understand?”

Bella chose not to be unhappy, but Ashton’s gentle voice, with a hint of guidance, was the same as when he pretended to be a male prostitute, and it unsettled her.

Why did he think that at the moment his identity was exposed, they could still be the same as before?

Why did he think this game could continue?

“Little Bella.” Ashton called her.

His fingers traversed her neck as his face gradually approached hers.

“Little Bella, don’t let a title make you forget everything I said before.”

As Ashton spoke, his face drew closer and closer to Bella’s, until his breath fell on her face.

Familiar, it magnified Bella’s inner sorrow and grievance.

Just as Ashton’s lips were about to touch Bella’s, she abruptly pushed him away with great force.

But she couldn’t push him away, and as his lips were about to meet hers, Bella bit down hard, drawing blood immediately, the taste of it spreading in both of their mouths.

Ashton seemed to have anticipated this, his lips curving into a smirk as he held the back of Bella’s head, making a forceful entry, taking control, demanding obedience.

Forcing her to dance together.

Bella continued to resist, the taste of blood becoming stronger.

She couldn’t even tell if it was Ashton’s or hers; the mixture of two different blood types danced to the ultimate romance!

When the kiss ended, their lips were stained with blood.

Ashton wiped the blood from Bella’s lips and brought it to his own.

Bella glared at him angrily, “Third Young Master, this game should end.”

“And then?” Ashton questioned, raising an eyebrow slightly.

Bella frowned, unable to understand why Ashton would ask “And then?”

“And then we should have nothing to do with each other, each going their separate ways.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“You’re the high and mighty Third Young Master. If you don’t want to, what can I do?” Bella mocked herself, “What am I, what right do I have to refuse Third Young Master’s unwillingness?”

“Do you know that with these words, you’re letting me down?” Ashton looked at Bella.

He had worked step by step to teach this child confidence, self-respect, to stand tall.

Even if she was this angry and upset now, it was better than demeaning self-mockery.

Yet, overnight, she reverted back to being a little pitiful, hurt and retreating into her shell, commiserating with herself.