Bella Woods was thinking about the exchange student plan when the room door was pushed open from the outside.
Ashton Marshall entered in a dark gray casual outfit, his collar slightly open due to pushing the door, revealing his collarbone and a glimpse of his chest.
Bella Woods looked at him like this, feeling a bit dazed, as if she had lost a part of her memory. He wasn't the high-and-mighty Third Young Master Marshall yet, just the handsome male prostitute she met by chance.
"Little Bella, were you talking?"
On the phone, Calvin Marshall hadn't gotten a response from Bella Woods and inquired about the situation.
"I got it, I'll call you later."
Bella Woods said briefly and hung up the phone.
Ashton Marshall came in, sat by the bed, and casually put his hands on either side of Bella Woods' body, asking, "Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"
"I thought you'd ask me who I was calling." Bella Woods muttered.
