Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 122 - Hug First Then Comfort

“You should go back to where you belong. Why do you care about me? Why hold me?”

“I’m just your pastime when you’re bored. You can abandon me whenever you lose interest.”

Bella Woods’ voice was loud at first, but as she continued, she became more aggrieved, and finally, she lay on Ashton’s shoulder, sobbing quietly and without words.

Ashton took her to the bathroom and simply set her on the sink.

With his hands propped up, Ashton bent over to look at Bella Woods, who sat there with red eyes full of grievance, a smile couldn’t help but form at the corner of his mouth.

“Do you want me to clean you up first, or comfort you first?” Ashton asked.

Bella Woods frowned, staring at Ashton, “Clean what?”

“Obviously, to clean up our little drunkard here.” Ashton pinched Bella Woods’s nose with resignation, “Don’t you know you’re dirty now?”

Her clothes, who knows where they had been, were covered with dust and wine stains.

Her face was a mess from crying.

Ashton couldn’t help but laugh, pinching her face several times, “What a little mess you are.”

“Leave me alone.” Bella Woods suddenly got angry, yanking Ashton’s hand away, “You don’t care, so why bother if I’m dirty or not?”

“Does that mean you want me to comfort you first?” Ashton continued to smile.

“Who said I want you to… mmm…”

The rest of her words were almost swallowed by Ashton’s kiss.

Bella Woods only felt his kiss was incredibly gentle, slowly and tenderly, coaxing her carefully.

She initially was throwing a tantrum, not wanting him to kiss her, but slowly Bella Woods became well-behaved, cooperating gently, and calmed down.

The kiss ended.

Ashton rubbed Bella Woods’s nose, one hand supporting her head, the other on her waist, and couldn’t resist pecking her lips gently again.

He said, “I didn’t abandon you. I’ve always been watching you from the second floor. Watching you have fun with the male models, watching strangers try to approach you.

Watching you leave, seeing how you handled Oliver Hughes.”

“But you don’t care about me,” Bella Woods couldn’t help expressing her dissatisfaction.

He just doesn’t care about her.

She’s just a game to him; when he’s happy, he protects her and spoils her, teaches her everything, but when he’s unhappy, he brushes her aside.

Even now, Bella Woods feels she was comforted too easily.

But Bella Woods, in her moments of clarity, keeps lying to herself, thinking that as she’s preparing for studying abroad, she hopes her final days in Peace City will be happy, so she chooses not to dwell on it.

If Ashton wants to stay by her side, she’ll happily enjoy it.

If he wants to leave, she can only accept it.

“I didn’t abandon you; I just thought that, compared to my arrangements, our Little Bella would prefer to handle it herself, the relationship with the Hughes Family.”

“Was it you who called Aunt Cyan over?” Bella Woods thought of Cyan Marshall’s sudden appearance.

She had heard all the words exchanged between Cyan and Oliver Hughes and understood them.

Though Bella Woods had drunk quite a bit, the alcohol made her emotions somewhat uncontrolled, but not to the point of total oblivion; she still had reason.

The problem was just controlling her emotions.

“Yes, I thought you would prefer to have her come and handle it,” Ashton said.

Bella Woods said nothing.

Because Ashton was right.

More than anyone handling the situation, she wanted Cyan Marshall to appear and understand that things between her and Oliver Hughes had completely ended.

At the same time, Bella Woods wanted to see Cyan Marshall’s attitude regarding the complete end between her and Oliver Hughes.

Bella Woods also feared disappointing the only one who cared for her, Cyan Marshall.

And she was also afraid that Cyan Marshall still hoped she’d stay with Oliver Hughes.

Bella Woods kept her eyes lowered, silently pondering for a long time, then suddenly called out, “Uncle.”

“Yes?” Ashton raised an eyebrow.

Since his identity was revealed, Bella Woods had never used that address again.

Ashton Marshall, Third Young Master Marshall—she had used even ‘little uncle,’ but never that particularly intimate nickname belonging solely to them.

A name only privy to their affections for each other.

“You said earlier you wanted to hold me,” Bella Woods looked up at Ashton.

Ashton smirked, instantly understanding. He immediately pulled Bella Woods back into his arms, ruffling her hair, “So, Miss Bella Woods, would you like me to clean you up now or continue comforting you?”

“Comfort me a little more,” Bella Woods said, “I’m still a bit upset.”

Ashton released Bella Woods with a laugh and kissed her, gently rubbing noses. “I haven’t abandoned you or neglected you. Next time, I’ll let you know in advance, okay?”

“Okay,” Bella Woods answered obediently.

“How about I make you breakfast tomorrow, hmm?”

“Okay,” she answered, still well-behaved.

Ashton began to unbutton Bella Woods’s clothes, soaking a face cloth with warm water, and started wiping her face and body.

“Just clean, don’t sneak any kisses or hugs,” Bella Woods sternly set the rules, “That’s your punishment for making me unhappy.”

“Alright.” Ashton happily complied, enjoying these moments when Bella Woods’s emotions were laid bare for him.

Otherwise, she would usually bottle up her grievances without expressing them.

While wiping her body, Ashton couldn’t help but look at the drunken little one, tears in her eyes, pitiful and helpless.

So pitiful.

“Were you waiting for me to take you home all along?” Ashton asked.

Bella Woods seriously nodded, that question piercing the sore spot in her heart.

If she were sober, she’d never admit it.

But she’s drunk now.

The alcohol rushed to her head, emotions overtaking logic.

“Very upset. I always thought you were in Paradise World, that no matter what, you’d come for me. But I sat there for half a day… it was half a day. I even walked out and got into a fight with Oliver Hughes, and you didn’t come for me.”

“You don’t care about me at all!”

Bella Woods spoke and cried again.

Ashton tenderly caressed her face, “I was wrong, I’m sorry. Okay?”