Bella Woods was trying to run away.
But just as she pushed Ashton Marshall away, jumped off the sink, and tried to run outside, Ashton reached out and retrieved her, carrying her toward the bathtub.
"I can wash myself," Bella said, her hands pressing on Ashton's shoulders, with a flattering smile.
Ashton gazed down at her, smirking slightly, "Our Miss Bella must be tired. Let me serve you with a bath tonight."
"To have the grand Third Young Master Marshall serve me, I'm afraid I'll lose years off my life," Bella quickly said.
"No worries, I'm also taken care of by Miss Bella, am I not?" Ashton raised an eyebrow.
Bella felt awkward, and before she could respond, Ashton had tossed her into a bathtub full of warm water.
She struggled for a moment before sitting steady, wiped the water off her face, and almost had a nosebleed at the sight before her.
The noble and precious Third Young Master stood before her now, leisurely undressing himself.
