Chapter 896 - 895: What Kind of Hellish Love Talk Is This?

Chapter 896: Chapter 895: What Kind of Hellish Love Talk Is This?

Bella Acker closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the sea breeze brushing against her face, when suddenly she sensed a scent of shower gel enveloping her from behind.

She didn’t open her eyes and continued to sit there.

Damian Sinclair embraced her, whispering, "Do you want to go for a walk on the beach?"

Bella Acker opened her eyes at the words, "I do want to, but I’m wearing pajamas now and don’t feel like changing clothes."

"No one will notice at night," Damian Sinclair took her hand, "Let’s take a walk after dinner to help digestion."

Bella Acker hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she couldn’t resist her longing for the sea. After dinner with Damian Sinclair, she left the hotel.

There weren’t many people on the beach at night, and Bella Acker wore flip-flops as she stepped onto the soft sand. The seawater occasionally washed over her feet with the waves, feeling comfortable and not cold.

Looking up at the starry sky over the sea, Bella Acker spread her arms and took a deep breath, "This is my first time seeing the real ocean, definitely worth the trip."

"If you like it, we can come more often," Damian Sinclair said, "The Azure Isles isn’t as beautiful as before. If you want to see prettier oceans, you should go to private islands."

"Private islands?" Bella Acker was taken aback and turned to look at him.

"Yes. I bought one. After Ethan and Talia’s school break, we can arrange to spend a month there," Damian Sinclair said, "I’ve hired specialists to manage it, so we can go anytime."

"Wait, you have a private island?" Bella Acker blinked, "Why didn’t you ever mention this before?"

"Why would I mention it for no reason?" Damian Sinclair chuckled, "Should I flaunt that I’m wealthy?"

That makes sense. Someone like Damian Sinclair, who is very low-key despite his wealth, wouldn’t casually tell others about having private islands or helicopters.

Besides, for someone who casually wears a watch worth millions, having a private island isn’t that surprising, right?

Bella Acker both felt ignorant for making a fuss and silently mocked the rich through her thoughts. They were so annoying she was starting to resent wealthy people! Do they not have to earn money themselves, can they just print it?

Bella Acker sighed, watching the waves roll under the starlight, and lamented, "President Sinclair, the longer I stay with you, the more I start resenting wealth."

"There’s no need to resent wealth, what’s mine is yours," Damian Sinclair took her hand.

That sudden feeling of acquiring untold billions...

Bella Acker smiled, "President Sinclair, you said it: what’s yours is mine. Be careful not to take it back later. But I have to clarify, even if yours is mine, mine is still mine, don’t mix it up."

"Okay," Damian Sinclair nodded, "but, Ms. Acker, I’d like to apply for a privilege. Can I refrain from carrying any cash or credit cards?"

"Huh?" Bella Acker was puzzled, "Without cash or credit cards, how do you buy things?"

"You can buy everything I need."

Hearing him speak so earnestly, Bella Acker’s mouth twitched slightly, "What about meals? Surely you don’t expect me to deliver food to you every day?"

"That’s exactly what I’m thinking," Damian Sinclair confessed candidly.

"..."

Bella Acker suddenly felt that "what’s mine is yours" wasn’t a romantic sentiment but rather nonsense!