Inside the car.
From the moment Bella Woods sat in the car, she felt a continuous nervous tension.
The car had been on the road for a while, but neither she nor Ashton Marshall said a word. She sneaked several glances at Ashton, trying to gauge his mood through his expression.
Alas, Ashton was always inscrutable, and no matter how much she scrutinized him, she couldn't read his mind. She could only rely on her intuition, which told her he was displeased.
She braced her hand and quietly slid closer to him, narrowing the distance between their seats.
Despite her efforts to subtly inch closer, he just moved to the other side, maintaining a gap between them.
It was as if a galaxy separated them.
Bella had no choice but to tug gently at Ashton's arm, plaintively calling, "Uncle."
Ashton glanced down at her but said nothing.
"Are you mad at me?"
"That's a joke. How could I be mad at the future heiress of the Hughes Family?" Ashton replied indifferently.
