Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle

Thanks to Ashton Marshall’s precise ’guidance,’ Bella Woods quickly realized that in his vocabulary, ’hungry’ didn’t mean quite what she thought.

But she pretended not to understand, pushing Ashton away and sitting to the side. "We’ll be at the market soon, if you’re hungry, we’ll just buy more food for dinner."

She anxiously started fixing her clothes, not daring to glance at Ashton.

Ashton didn’t do much, just sat beside her, the corner of his mouth slightly lifted. With his right hand propped on the car window, his thumb brushed his lips as he looked at Bella with a deep and ambiguous expression.

Bella acted as if she were calm, busy with this and that, but kept stealing glances at Ashton out of the corner of her eye, only to become more flustered and guilty the more she looked.

Neither of them spoke in the car; the sticky closeness from before was gone, leaving enough space between them for another person.

Even with this sense of distance and silence, an unexplainable sense of ambiguity was brewing within the car.

The car arrived at the largest market nearby.

Before getting out, Bella didn’t forget to remind, "Remember to take off your jacket; although this is the cleanest market, it’s still a bit dirty."

After saying it, she added, "Compared to you."