"What is Third Young Master disappointed about?" Bella Woods looked at Ashton Marshall, her eyes even more desolate. "Disappointed that the project you were interested in grooming still turned out the same way?"
"Inferiority, self-pity, utterly useless?"
Bella Woods laughed, but it was an even more mocking and desolate laugh: "Sorry, Third Young Master, you found a piece of worthless junk to be the star of your grooming game, and it can't be helped at all."
Ashton Marshall didn't respond, staring at Bella Woods' desolate smile.
After a long while, Ashton lowered his head and chuckled.
Bella didn't understand this laugh, but the moment Ashton looked up, Bella immediately withdrew her puzzled look.
"Since that's the case, then let's..." Ashton's fingers carefully traced the red marks on Bella's face, "continue to maintain."
"Continue to maintain?" Bella couldn't understand what he meant.
