His words were like a knife, piercing Bella Acker's heart.
Hiding her fist behind the skirt, her nails dug into her palms, causing a sharp pain that made her raise a beautiful smile, "Mr. Sinclair, what you said makes sense."
Her smile was elegant, and the slightly upturned eyeliner added a seductive charm she didn't have five years ago. If she'd heard Damian Sinclair speak like that in the past, her face would've likely turned pale with hurt.
But now, she didn't even bat an eye, as if Damian Sinclair's biting words held as much weight as a stranger's irrelevant opinion to her.
Damian saw it, with a violent storm hidden in his eyes.
Bella smiled, continuing, "But ultimately, regarding that matter, you slept with me, I actually slept with you too, so we're even. What do you think, Mr. Sinclair?"
Damian gazed at her intensely, coldly speaking, but not answering her question.
"Wipe that smile off your face, it annoys me to look at."
