"I'm not investigating you." Ashton Marshall stared at her, "But you have to tell me why you're unhappy."
"Is it really important to you whether I'm happy or not?" Bella Woods couldn't help but ask.
Instinctively, she felt she was just a substitute, that her happiness or lack thereof wasn't truly important to Ashton Marshall.
But his persistent questioning gave Bella Woods many expectations.
"Yes, very important." Ashton Marshall reached out to adjust Bella Woods' hair, his deep eyes filled with endless tenderness, "I want to make you happy, Little Bella."
From the beginning, he wanted her to be better.
More independent, escaping the predicament of seeking love.
Stronger, better.
Bella Woods leaned her head on Ashton Marshall's shoulder.
He was making her better, but there was no sense of wanting to be with her forever.
Perhaps...
