"Since you don't want it, then let's not do it."
Ashton Marshall curved his lips into a smile and bent down to place a kiss on her lips. "I'm going to take a shower, then I'll prepare dinner for you. Feel free to look around. The master bedroom's closet and bathroom are stocked with your things."
After he finished speaking, Ashton gently ruffled Bella Woods' hair and then headed upstairs.
Bella leaned against the wall, taking quite a while to process the fact that Ashton hadn't insisted on continuing.
In this empty living room, Bella was still struggling to regain her senses.
She always felt that Third Young Master Marshall had some peculiar ideas.
Willing to be kept as a male prostitute?
After his identity was exposed, he still wanted to maintain the relationship?
It all seemed very unbelievable.
The most unbelievable thing was that when she said 'no,' Third Young Master Marshall actually accepted it?
