"So what if I was wrong, you never cared about me anyway."
Bella Woods expressed her dissatisfaction with a pout, mumbling grievances. Ashton Marshall felt both heartache and amusement, unable to suppress a smile.
He gently caressed Bella Woods' face, kissing her repeatedly, his voice tender, "It's my fault this time, assuming you needed to handle things independently, so I didn't show up in time. That's my mistake. I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me, okay?"
"When I fought with Oliver Hughes, you didn't show up." Bella Woods sniffled, expressing her discontent.
Ashton Marshall smiled and kissed her cheek, "I'll definitely show up next time. You won't need to fight with him. I'll take care of him for you, alright?"
Bella Woods paused, then murmured in a small, hoarse voice, "Okay."
That one word, filled with grievance, made Ashton Marshall realize what was bothering Bella Woods all along.
