Chapter 890 - 889: I Think You Look Better with a Little More Weight

Chapter 890: Chapter 889: I Think You Look Better with a Little More Weight

Having such a handsome husband, and so attentive, is truly blissful.

The flight attendant envied them, but maintained a polite smile, lowering their voice to ask, "Sir, would you like something to drink?"

"A glass of champagne, please."

"Alright." The flight attendant poured a small glass of champagne for him, then smiled before quietly asking other passengers.

Bella Acker wasn’t sure how long she’d been asleep. When she awoke, her neck was terribly sore, and half of her body was numb.

"Ouch." She moved slightly, and the numbness made her furrow her brows.

"Awake?"

"Yeah. How long did I sleep for?" Bella Acker dared not move, hoping the numbness would ease first.

"Over two hours." Damian Sinclair glanced at his wristwatch and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Bella Acker shook her head, "Not hungry, ouch, my neck is really sore from sleeping."

Upon hearing this, Damian Sinclair turned around and reached out to massage her neck, "Is this pressure okay?"

"A bit heavy, lighter, yes, right there, it’s really painful." Bella Acker winced instinctively, raising her shoulder.

Damian Sinclair eased up, "Pain is a sign of blockage; don’t lie in bed playing on your phone too often, it’s bad for your neck."

"Oh." Bella Acker didn’t pay much heed, responding casually.

Damian Sinclair knew well that she wouldn’t take his advice seriously.

In the past, he’d tell her not to read novels while lying in bed or eat snacks in bed, yet she’d eat a bag of chips every time he went to his study to work or took a shower.

Damian Sinclair sighed helplessly, "If you don’t listen yourself, how can you expect Talia to obey?"

"Talia and I are different; she’s a kid, and I’m an adult." Bella Acker pouted, "President Sinclair, since you’re already massaging my neck, could you also rub my shoulders? They’ve been feeling sore lately too. I wanted to find time for a spa but haven’t managed to."

"You should exercise more regularly." Damian Sinclair moved his hands to her shoulders, aware of her sensitivity to pain, he didn’t apply force, simply aimed to make her comfortable.

"President Sinclair, you act like an old caretaker, managing this and that." Bella Acker pouted slightly, "But your technique feels quite professional, very soothing, did you learn this somewhere?"

"The old man hasn’t been well. Whenever I have time, I give him a massage." Damian Sinclair said as he worked on her shoulders, "You really should eat properly, you’re losing all your flesh."

"You want me to eat, yet Director Ford’s new film requires the lead actress to weigh under ninety pounds; I might need to lose more." Bella Acker sighed. She truly loves food, especially various street snacks.

A few years abroad, she couldn’t eat them, but now back home, controlling her weight means she can’t indulge, which is torture for her.

"More dieting?" Damian Sinclair frowned. He couldn’t help but question if the acting profession was flawed, always demanding actors to be extremely thin, absent of any flesh.

"Yes, to more closely fit the role, and thinner looks better on camera." Bella Acker sighed, "My face is naturally a bit chubby, even if my body isn’t fleshy, it’s still quite round. If I gain any more, it’ll be unappealing."

"I disagree." Damian Sinclair withdrew his hands, "I think you’d look even better with a bit more weight."