Bella Woods was already unhappy, and now she was becoming more and more upset.
She glared at Ashton Marshall.
And he was smiling.
Bella Woods walked a few steps forward, but eventually, she couldn't resist and turned back to stomp heavily on Ashton Marshall's foot.
An Italian handmade black leather shoe immediately bore a small footprint.
The dignified Third Young Master Marshall, it was indeed the first time someone had thrown such a tantrum at him.
But his face showed no sign of impatience or anger, just an uncontrollable smile.
Ashton Marshall also knew, if he let Bella Woods continue to lose her temper, it would be hard to cheer her up later.
He quickened his pace to catch up, walking beside Bella Woods: "The reason I put the necklace in was because..."
Bella Woods covered her ears and ran forward, determined not to listen.
Ashton Marshall sped up, catching up to her, and hugged her waist from behind, lifting her and setting her on the lakeside railing.
