"How could Third Young Master Marshall be so approachable, really backing me up?" Bella Woods muttered.
"Isn't Aunt Cyan paving the way for you?" Ashton Marshall raised an eyebrow.
When trying on dresses, even Oliver Hughes, a well-known playboy, could see Cyan Marshall's attitude.
"Aunt Cyan is indeed paving the way for me. But Third Young Master is still Third Young Master..."
Bella got down from Ashton's lap and leaned against him, "Even though he spoke today and sent me over, I can still feel a sense of distance from Third Young Master."
"Distance?" Ashton arched an eyebrow at the little figure beside him.
Bella hugged his arm and leaned naturally on his shoulder, "Yes, it's not about being aloof or anything. It's something that inherently separates those in high positions from ordinary people."
"Actually, I'm quite afraid of him..."
"Afraid?"
Ashton lowered his eyes, pinching Bella's chin to examine her face carefully.
