Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 155: Already Imagining the Scene of Comforting Her

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Already Imagining the Scene of Comforting Her

"The so-called thing about wanting a status is nothing more than finding the root cause. You first need to know why she won’t..."

"Get to the point."

Ashton Marshall had no patience to listen to Tim Season say so much, so he tossed back another glass of wine.

Tim Season immediately scratched his neck and blurted out a seven-word proverb: "Cry, make a scene, threaten to hang."

As soon as he said it, Ashton Marshall shot a disdainful glance at Tim Season.

"If the girl doesn’t want to give you a status, it’s probably because she thinks her boyfriend isn’t presentable. That’s not a worry for you, Third Young Master. It’s entirely another possibility." freёwebnoѵel.com

Tim Season refilled Ashton’s glass: "The issue for you, Third Young Master, should be your status is too noble, which puts a lot of pressure on her. On one hand, she might think your sincerity isn’t genuine enough. She might think you’re just playing around, and if it’s made public and later you stop playing, it could be trouble for her."

"Secondly, your status brings too many concerns for a regular person. Such concerns are things neither you nor I can relate to, but the girl has definitely thought about them."

"And finally, there’s one more thing."

Ashton had been staring at Tim as he spoke. When Tim stopped before the last point, Ashton got a little anxious.

"What’s the final point?" Ashton pressed for an answer.

Tim looked seriously at Ashton: "Girls have a lot on their minds and are sensitive. Especially your little girlfriend, who is young and hasn’t seen much of the world, let alone understand a man like you.

Thus, communication between the two of you is crucial. You need to ask her what she’s thinking, ask her about her feelings. At first, she might not even be able to express them, but you have to patiently wait for her and guide her to express her emotions."

After Tim finished his speech, Ashton was silent for a long time.

"So, the act of ’cry, make a scene, threaten to hang,’ it works," Tim concluded. "You have to soften your attitude and play pitiful, only then might she comfort you and express her demands."

"That’s what women use, it’s useless," Ashton scoffed.

...

Bella Woods arrived at the Hughes residence.

Cyan Marshall was clearly already waiting for her, with plenty of Bella’s favorite little sweets and drinks placed on the small dining table in the living room.

Wrapped in a small blanket, Cyan waved at her and smiled warmly: "Bella, come over and try these. I made them all this afternoon. Test your Aunt Cyan’s skills."

"Did Aunt Cyan make these herself?" Bella was pleasantly surprised.

A servant brought Bella some hand sanitizer, and after she cleaned her hands, wiped them again with a hot towel.

Bella sat down next to Cyan.

"Yes, I had nothing to do this afternoon, so I experimented with making these desserts." Cyan picked up a small cake for Bella: "Give it a taste."

Bella nodded and took a bite of the small cake.

Cyan watched her closely, anxiously waiting for Bella’s feedback.

Bella sneaked a look at Cyan and deliberately pretended to be tasting very seriously, her little brows furrowed, looking troubled.

"If it’s not good, don’t comfort me by saying it is," Cyan initially seemed hopeful but then feigned indifference.

When Cyan went to take back Bella’s cake, Bella quickly pulled her hand back, hiding the cake: "This cake is so good, I’m not giving it away."

Cyan unexpectedly laughed: "But wasn’t it bad?"

"It’s delicious, I was just kidding with Aunt Cyan earlier," Bella laughed.

Cyan looked at her expression and said with some helplessness, pinching Bella’s nose: "Bella, you can joke with me now too."

Bella playfully stuck out her tongue and continued to eat the cake: "It’s really good."

Afterward, Bella suddenly thought of a gag and immediately adopted an attitude: "Hmm, this texture is very dense, and it’s primarily the flavor of light cream and milk. That aroma reaches the palate, hmm, very good."

Cyan looked at Bella’s pretentiousness, torn between laughing and crying, feeling quite helpless.

Eventually, she couldn’t resist pinching Bella’s cheeks: "You! Watch fewer videos."

"Does Aunt Cyan know this joke too?" Bella thought Cyan wasn’t aware of it.

"Yes, Sixty was watching it beside me and even performed it for me," Cyan replied with a helpless laugh, patting Bella’s head.

She just assumed that Bella’s liveliness was because she’d been playing with Calvin Marshall, who influenced her.

"Try this milk tea too, I specially added fresh roses to adjust the flavor." Cyan offered her more desserts to try.

Bella tasted everything one by one, praising each one after tasting.

This entire scene was watched by Oliver Hughes, who had just returned from outside.

He had gone to Wood County but didn’t catch Bella’s little pretty boy. Feeling annoyed, he didn’t even go to the bar in the evening and returned, only to find Bella mimicking internet gags there.

Her playful and lively demeanor, including the way her eyes sparkled when she spoke, was a side of Bella that Oliver had never seen in her three years by his side.

In his memory, Bella had always been quiet, with low presence. Even when humiliated or insulted, she wouldn’t make a sound.

Simply put, she was ordinary, without temper, easy to overlook.

But at some point, she started to have a temper, started to be sharp, began to be bright and lively, changing into a Bella that he seemed to feel he didn’t even know.

Yet such an invisible person began to catch Oliver’s attention, even causing him to think of her when flirting with other women in bars.

With Bella’s current temperament, if she were his fiancée, she would likely cause a scene.

And it wouldn’t be a pleasant one.

He’d even have to coax her.

But how to coax her?

He had to coax Bella.

Often, when Oliver realized it, he was holding another woman but was thinking about how to coax Bella. This obsession made him very uncomfortable.

"Young master..."

The butler, spotting Oliver standing at the door, was about to speak when Oliver glared at him, then turned and went to the garage to take his sports car out.

His appearance and departure didn’t disturb Bella, who continued trying desserts with Cyan in the living room.

After trying nearly all the sweets, Bella finally spoke: "Aunt Cyan, I asked for 10 percent of the profits from the Woods when they sought my help, just as you advised, before coming to you for help with the deficit."

"Did something happen?" Cyan guessed a bit from Bella’s expression.

Bella nodded: "They also want me to set up Rose Woods and Third Young Master Marshall."

"What?" Cyan felt it was absurd.

Bella nodded; despite feeling shame, discussing profit and asking for a percentage from the Woods were all things Cyan had prepped her for.