Chapter 770 - 769: The Ruse of Self-Injury (Part 4)

Chapter 770: Chapter 769: The Ruse of Self-Injury (Part 4)

The soup tastes so familiar, Bella Acker is a bit surprised.

"Hmm." Damian Sinclair says, "Did you forget what day it is on the lunar calendar today?"

Bella Acker is stunned, takes out her phone to check the calendar—it’s the first day of the twelfth lunar month, Damian Sinclair’s birthday.

"I was too busy, didn’t notice the calendar." Bella Acker feels a bit embarrassed, "Mr. Sinclair, happy birthday."

"Hmm." Damian Sinclair nods and extends his hand towards her.

Bella Acker is puzzled, "What?"

"Birthday gift," Damian Sinclair says flatly.

Bella Acker blushes, "Sorry, I didn’t have time to prepare a birthday gift. Would it be okay if I make it up to you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow it’s not my birthday anymore." Damian Sinclair puts down his chopsticks, picks up a wine glass, and says, "It’s okay not to have prepared a birthday gift, just having this meal with me as a birthday gift will do."

"You cooked the food yourself and brought it here, so my birthday gift seems a bit too easy to give," Bella Acker smiles, picks up her wine glass, clinks it with his, and says, "Happy birthday."

Damian Sinclair tilts his head back and drinks all the wine in the goblet.

The birthday star drank it all, it’s a bit unreasonable for her as his meal companion not to finish the wine in her glass.

Bella Acker also tilts her head back and finishes her red wine.

Damian Sinclair picks up the red wine that’s been breathing and pours her another glass, "This wine isn’t good."

The wine’s not good, yet you’re pouring me more! And I’ve already had quite a bit!

Bella Acker grumbles inwardly but doesn’t criticize him upfront, considering it’s his birthday today.

"Did you make all these dishes? When did you arrive in Harrowden?" Bella Acker eats a piece of yam and wood ear, tasting the familiar flavor.

"I arrived after your promotional event ended," Damian Sinclair says, "I borrowed this hotel’s kitchen."

"You could have ordered food and had them make it, no need to do it yourself." Bella Acker eats another piece of yam, enjoying its crispy fragrance.

"Don’t you like the food I cook?" Damian Sinclair looks at her sideways.

Bella Acker bites her chopsticks and glances at him, then quickly looks away when meeting his gaze, "You eat first, I’m going to the restroom."

Putting down her chopsticks, Bella Acker grabs her phone from the bed and rushes into the washroom as if escaping.

Leaning against the washroom door, she raises her hand to her erratically beating heart and murmurs softly, "What’s his deal? He didn’t contact me for so long, and now he’s saying these things to tease me?"

She never understands Damian Sinclair’s intentions. Standing silently for a while, once her heart finally calms down, she orders a six-inch cake with twenty-four-hour delivery online, along with a bouquet of flowers.

She chooses the flowers several times, finally settling on lilies.

The order is accepted, showing delivery in over forty minutes.

Only then does Bella Acker put away her phone and leave the bathroom.

Damian Sinclair looks at her, "If you didn’t come out any sooner, I was going to check if you’d fallen into the toilet."

"Who would fall into the toilet, being such a grown-up." Bella Acker rolls her eyes at him.

Damian Sinclair’s eyes flash with amusement, "After you got drunk last time, you wouldn’t let go of the toilet, and you kept wanting to put your head in it."

"..." Bella Acker is mortified, "You... you stop making things up, that’s impossible!"

She’s somewhat a public figure now, how could she be so careless about her image.

Damian Sinclair says, "I knew you wouldn’t admit it when you’re sober. I have photographic evidence on my phone, do you want to see it?"