Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 168: Do you like it? It’s asking, do you like me?

Chapter 168: Chapter 168: Do you like it? It’s asking, do you like me?

The next day.

When Bella Woods opened her eyes, her eyes were swollen, her throat was sore, and her body ached so much that she had no strength to turn over.

Last night was truly exhausting.

Before entering the bathroom, she thought she and Ashton Marshall had reconciled.

After stepping into the bathroom, she realized Ashton hadn’t yet calmed down.

She cried, and he made her call him Uncle.

She begged for mercy, and he made her call him Uncle.

She cried and begged for mercy, and he made her call him Uncle.

As a result, the next day, she woke up with puffy eyes and a voice that couldn’t come out.

Bella tried to press her throat to make a sound, but she could barely manage a whisper, and pushing any harder made it painful.

She cursed Ashton silently in her heart a thousand times over.

How could he be like this?

"Awake?"

Just when she was cursing him in her heart, the person in question pushed the door open with a refreshingly bright demeanor.

He sat on the edge of her bed, touched her head, and ran his thumb over her swollen eyes, unable to help but chuckle softly.

Bella unhappily glared at him.

She couldn’t speak now, and she figured that if she opened her mouth, he would laugh even harder. So she might as well just glare.

However, Bella forgot about her puffy eyes. When she glared, Ashton only laughed more heartily.

Bella simply pouted, pulled the blanket over her head, and painstakingly turned her body away, unwilling to face Ashton.

"Alright, alright, I made breakfast for you. Get up and eat, okay?"

Ashton gently patted Bella’s shoulder through the blanket to comfort her. "I made your favorite seafood porridge, hmm?"

Bella struggled under the blanket to show her displeasure.

"Weren’t you saying you were hungry all night last night? Not just seafood porridge, but there’s also your favorite fried dough and pastries, and fried eggs."

Bella continued to struggle under the blanket, showing that Ashton’s tempting food offer wasn’t having any effect.

She was angry.

Really, really angry.

Faced with Bella’s little tantrum, Ashton snickered, quietly lifted the blanket slightly and looked at her puffed-up face, which made his smile even brighter.

Ashton picked her up, "I’ll take you to freshen up."

Bella didn’t struggle but hummed irritably, turning her head away to express her utmost displeasure.

Ashton put her on the sink, squeezed some toothpaste onto the brush for her, "Open your mouth."

Before obediently opening her mouth, Bella shot him a glare, expressing her continued unhappiness.

Don’t think that by listening to you and opening my mouth, this matter is over.

It’s not over; I’m still angry!

Ashton brushed her teeth, rinsed her mouth, and did a final check, "Hmm, very clean, you’re such a good girl."

"You’re treating me like a child!" Bella finally voiced her protest.

Her voice was small and hoarse, but it was much better than when she first woke up.

"Aren’t you a child?" Ashton retorted.

Bella wanted to argue but considering Ashton’s age and his position, she indeed seemed like a kid in his eyes.

"But I’m not your good girl," Bella murmured in a small protesting voice, expressing her dissatisfaction.

"Alright, you’re not," Ashton nodded, agreeing as he finally lifted Bella off the sink, adding, "Good girl."

Bella: ...

Ashton carried Bella to the dressing room and picked out a bright-colored dress for her, then carried her to the dining room.

The table was filled with the breakfast Ashton had mentioned.

All of Bella’s favorites.

"You eat first, I’ll make you dessert," Ashton said, walking towards the kitchen.

He pressed a button, and what was originally a closed kitchen suddenly turned into an open-style one, facing Bella at the dining table.

Seeing the dessert tools on the kitchen counter, Bella recognized many materials as what they bought together with Ashton the other day.

Ashton said, "I promised you."

To make you a small cake to eat.

Such a small thing, yet Ashton kept it in mind. Even after an argument, he still follows through on what he promised.

Bella’s heart felt sweet.

She hadn’t even had the small cake, yet her heart was already overflowing with sweetness.

She bit into a pastry and finally stood up, walked over to Ashton, and fed it to him.

Ashton glanced at her, took a bite with a smile, "Hmm, very tasty."

"You made it," Bella said bluntly.

"Does the little rich lady like it?" Ashton looked straight into her eyes, calling her by the nickname she made him use before she knew his identity.

Bella was a bit embarrassed but still nodded, "It’s good."

"I wasn’t asking if the pastry was good," he said, brushing his flour-covered hand against Bella’s cheek, making her look up at him, "I was asking you if you like the person who made the pastry?"

The man’s gaze was intense, his voice seductive. At that moment when their eyes met, Bella’s heart raced as if struck by something.

She wanted to look away, but Ashton cupped her chin, leaning in to give her lips a soft kiss, "I like the person who eats the pastry very much." frёewebnoѵēl.com

"Oh," Bella pretended to respond nonchalantly, then stuffed the pastry into Ashton’s mouth, "Then you finish it."

After saying that, she hurried back to her seat, pretending to eat porridge.

Mouthful after mouthful she ate to cover up her heart’s growing thud under his teasing.

"The person who feeds me pastry, I like even more," Ashton commented after finishing the pastry.

Bella dared only glance at him furtively, not saying a word.

The ringing phone broke the interaction between the two.

"I’ll get it."

Bella found an excuse to slip away.

Returning to her room, she realized the call was from Oliver Hughes.

As soon as she picked up the phone, the ringing stopped automatically. Bella initially decided to play dead and act as if she hadn’t received the call, and just let it end.

But in just a few seconds, Oliver’s second call came ringing again.

Bella really didn’t want to answer, but she couldn’t not answer.

As the second call was about to end, Bella reluctantly picked up, "Hello."

"Bella, I’m downstairs at your place," Oliver began.

"What?" Bella was shocked and instinctively walked out of her room, only to see Ashton standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the downstairs area.

In the phone’s earpiece, Oliver continued, "Didn’t you say I promised to take you to the banquet and announce you as a daughter of the Hughes Family? I brought you here to try on the dress."

Bella rushed forward to pull Ashton away from the window because she was in a bit of a hurry, the pull was quite forceful.

Ashton raised an eyebrow and looked at her.

Bella quickly avoided his gaze, "Um... I have a class today, so..."

"Do you really have class today?" Oliver asked with some doubt. "I specifically got your course schedule from your classmate, and you don’t have any today, do you?"

Bella didn’t know how to explain.

Oliver continued, "It’s okay, I’ll come upstairs to find you now."