Chapter 867 - 866: Everyone Knows You’re My Wife

Chapter 867: Chapter 866: Everyone Knows You’re My Wife

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?"

"Anything you want, you can take care of everything," Damian Sinclair said seriously, offering her a blank check.

Considering Damian Sinclair’s status and position, if she could intervene in any of his matters, it would mean her status and position were above his.

Why did she suddenly feel like she was stepping on Damian Sinclair as a stepping stone, instantly reaching the peak of her life?

Besides, Damian Sinclair’s wealth alone, if she managed it, she could instantly become the richest woman.

Thinking about it made her slightly excited.

But regardless of the thoughts, in reality, she wouldn’t do such a thankless job.

Bella Acker snorted and said: "Whoever is happy to take care of you, let them do it, I won’t."

"Others want this privilege, but I won’t give it. I offer it only to you, yet you don’t want it." Damian Sinclair sighed.

Upon hearing this, Bella Acker grinned cheekily and then pretended to put on a stern face, reaching out to him, "Give me your phone."

"What do you want to see?" Damian Sinclair asked casually, taking the phone from the bedside table and handing it to her.

Bella Acker didn’t answer, directly unlocking his phone with her fingerprint and opening WeChat.

His WeChat Moments had only one recent post, and Bella Acker clicked in to see a string of likes and dozens of comments below.

There were congratulatory messages, but most were surprised, wondering when he got married and had a wife. It was simply bizarre.

It turns out his WeChat really had a lot of people, and this post was publicly shared, visible to all his WeChat friends.

Bella Acker’s heart suddenly felt like a honey pot had spilled, sweet and delightful, making her smile again.

Damian Sinclair saw her scrolling through his Moments, poking her cheek with a smile, asking: "I’ve already made it public, when do you plan to acknowledge this identity?"

"Acknowledge what... what identity? I can’t understand what you’re saying, sleep." Bella Acker tossed the phone back to him, turned over, pulled the covers tightly over herself, and closed her eyes pretending to sleep.

Damian Sinclair put the phone back, saying: "They all know I have a wife, if you don’t admit it, wouldn’t I be utterly embarrassed?"

"That’s your problem, what does it have to do with me." Bella Acker snorted, saying: "Anyway, there’s no photo, who knows who your wife is?"

"I was afraid that you, because of being a public figure, wouldn’t agree to me posting your photo, but I’ll post another one then."