Ashton Marshall reached out to gently caress Bella Woods' face, smiling somewhat helplessly, "Child, when will you learn to confidently accept others' admiration of you?"
Bella Woods pressed her lips together, unsure of how to reply.
She dared not respond, fearing her emotions would break down, fearing she might cry.
And Ashton Marshall, much older than her, naturally understood her little emotions.
He pulled Bella Woods into his arms, rubbed the back of her head, and kissed her cheek, "It's okay, leave the rest to me. You go to the car beside us, alright?"
"Okay," Bella Woods obediently replied.
When Ashton Marshall let go, he had the assistant beside him send Bella Woods to the car.
But as soon as Bella Woods took two steps, she saw Oliver Hughes standing nearby.
Oliver Hughes was sweating all over, it was unclear from where he'd rushed over. At this moment, panting from exhaustion, he stared at Bella Woods and Ashton Marshall with a look of shock and disbelief.
