Damian Sinclair looked at Bella Acker's reaction, and for a moment, he felt his heart turn extraordinarily soft.
Those years, every time he thought of her, his heart was filled with an ache that he could never quite grasp.
Now that she was finally back by his side, the feeling of security and comfort was more satisfying than earning billions from a business deal.
Damian Sinclair lifted the covers and lay back in bed, reaching out to pull the woman who felt embarrassed and was hiding under the covers into his embrace, laughing softly: "Aren't you afraid you'll suffocate from staying under the covers all the time?"
"It's not you who's embarrassed, none of your business." Bella Acker pouted, muttering softly.
Damian Sinclair gently flicked her nose with his finger and coaxed: "Alright, I won't bother you, how about you take care of me?"
"Take care of you?" Bella Acker blinked twice, asking: "Take care of what?"
