Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 83 - Developing a Strong Sense of Dependency

The makeup artist tidies up the tools.

Bella Woods gives her a smile: “Thank you.”

“Mrs. Hughes said that there is still time before the official banquet starts. Since the dress is made of special material, we will come back later to help you put it on.”

“Alright, thank you,” Bella Woods expresses her gratitude.

“Please, take a rest.”

The makeup team packs up and leaves the room.

Bella Woods remains seated in front of the mirror. The makeup artist applied a traditional, upright style of makeup, with every delicate lash curl meticulously crafted.

However, Bella Woods feels the makeup doesn’t quite match that golden dress.

But she’s not really looking forward to this engagement party anyway, so it doesn’t matter much, since the real protagonist tonight isn’t her.

It’s the Third Young Master Marshall, who will be attending with his girlfriend.

Knock knock knock.

The sound of knocking comes, the door opens, and Calvin Marshall’s stunning face is revealed brightly, smiling radiantly at Bella Woods sitting at the dressing table.

“Can I come in, Bella?”

“Come on, this dessert is really good.”

Bella Woods happily walks over to pull Calvin Marshall to the sofa.

It’s filled with an array of desserts.

Bella Woods had just tasted one and found it delicious, so she messaged Calvin Marshall to come and try.

Calvin Marshall picked a treat shaped like an orange, tried it, and her eyes lit up: “Hmm, it is indeed delicious.”

Bella Woods was about to take a bite too, but as soon as she saw the golden dress hanging over there, she immediately stopped herself.

“Don’t worry, I’ll eat it for you.” Calvin Marshall looked at her with sympathy: “Poor thing, but after tonight, I’ll treat you to dinner and take you out…”

Calvin Marshall suddenly remembered something else: “After the engagement, how about I take you to a socialite ladies’ afternoon tea party?”

“Isn’t that inappropriate?” Bella Woods knows about this circle, many socialite afternoon teas, but she’s never attended one before.

Oliver Hughes only ever took her to Paradise World or the racetrack with their group of friends.

“Sure, I’ll take you to see them compare, and their squabbles are fun to watch,” Calvin Marshall raised an eyebrow: “You don’t know, these people maintain politeness on the surface, but all their words have deeper meanings, it’s quite entertaining…”

Calvin Marshall was speaking animatedly when her phone rang.

She answered, and whatever was said on the other end, her expression suddenly became serious.

“Okay, I know, I’ll go down and take a look in a while.”

Bella Woods looked at her changed expression and asked, “What happened?”

“Has Oliver Hughes not shown up for a while now?” Calvin Marshall asked.

“He hasn’t come home.” In the days leading up to the engagement, Bella Woods stayed at the Hughes Family residence, but Oliver Hughes hadn’t come home a single day.

Cyan Marshall was also quite angry, but she didn’t mention it to Bella Woods, fearing it might make Bella uncomfortable.

Calvin Marshall sighed: “The whole world is looking for Oliver Hughes and can’t find him…”

She finished the last bite of dessert: “But don’t worry, whether he’s here or not, this engagement party will go on. Anyway, it’s just to tear his defenses down.”

“What are you talking about?” Bella Woods didn’t understand, “Tear his defenses?”

“Oh, nothing, just saying he’s being such a jerk; even if he’s upset, he shouldn’t go missing for such a big event like an engagement.”

Calvin Marshall waved it off: “I’ll go downstairs and help big sister take a look first.”

“Do you need my help?” Bella Woods saw Calvin Marshall stand up and quickly inquired, getting ready to follow suit.

Calvin Marshall pushed Bella Woods back onto her seat: “You just rest here, wait until it’s time for someone to come and change your clothes, and make a beautiful entrance.”

Bella Woods sat back down without struggling.

She was well aware that she couldn’t offer any help and might even cause unnecessary trouble if she showed up rashly.

“If anything, just call me and let me know.”

“I will.” Calvin Marshall nodded.

But halfway out, Calvin Marshall glanced at the golden dress hanging there, suddenly turned to look at Bella Woods sitting on the sofa: “Hey, Bella, can I ask you something?”

“What?”

“What do you think of my third brother?”

“What?” Bella Woods was shocked.

She even wondered if there was something wrong with her hearing: “Third Young Master?”

“Yeah, right.”

“I, I…” Bella Woods straightened up at the mention of that name: “The Third Young Master is an elder, a very serious elder.”

Bella Woods didn’t know why Calvin Marshall suddenly asked this question.

But it seemed that the only response she could give was this one.

To someone like the Third Young Master, who seemed to be a legendary figure in an unapproachable position, Bella Woods felt nervous seeing him and mentioning him, always feeling he was too high-up for her to reach.

Calvin Marshall, hearing Bella Woods’ reply, and seeing her posture, knew that Ashton Marshall had never revealed his true identity to Bella Woods.

“Then what about him?”

“What?”

“The one from the school classroom,” Calvin Marshall reminded.

“Well, he and I…”

Bella Woods blushed a bit.

Calvin Marshall was the one who delivered items for the uncle, and even after later learning her identity, Bella Woods wasn’t greatly affected, because she trusts that the uncle would manage things well.

But Calvin Marshall’s first time asking made Bella Woods a bit nervous.

She thought about it and answered from another perspective: “Oliver Hughes and I are only engaged, but we’re not getting married…”

“What do you mean by that?”

The sudden questioning voice cut off Bella Woods.

Oliver Hughes barged in from the door, standing before Bella Woods, gripping her arm.

“Explain how we aren’t going to get married?”

“Oliver, where have you been? Your parents are looking everywhere for you.”

“Aunt, I have something to clear up with her. Please let my parents know.”

Oliver Hughes shifted his gaze and pushed Calvin Marshall out of the door, then locked it from the inside.

Facing Bella Woods again, he grabbed a chair, turned it around, and sat down in front of her, with his hands resting on the backrest.

“Now, explain why we aren’t going to get married?” Oliver Hughes raised his chin, attitude cold.

His demeanor was clear.

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Without clarifying this issue, today’s engagement would not proceed as planned!