Vivian Norris is only twenty-eight years old, but she has already won two Best Actress awards, so of course, she has reason to be proud.
Moreover, among those pursuing her, there is no shortage of rich second-generation heirs and so wealthy businessn. But compared to Damian Sinclair, they are not even on the sa level.
She has her pride and feels that only soone like Damian Sinclair is worthy of her. She is confident that she can gradually break through Damian Sinclair’s psychological defenses and has already planned it out.
However, just as her plan was being put into action, a new and inexplicable figure erged, utterly capturing Damian Sinclair’s attention.
This is clearly a slap in her face, so how could she not be angry?
At this mont, Bella Acker couldn’t notice the people around her, or rather, the mont she saw Damian Sinclair, everyone else faded into the background without her realizing.
She looked at the hand Damian Sinclair extended, seemingly dumbfounded.
His hand was beautiful—slender, fair, with distinct knuckles. Even his nails were trimd neatly and attractively, thanks to soone taking special care of them.
As he extended his arm, the sleeve of his suit was slightly pulled up, revealing the watch on his wrist.
This watch was the one she gave him for his birthday last year.
At that ti, she wanted to give him a gift that he could carry with him everywhere, so she considered many options—wallets, necklaces, watches, even rings. But considering their special relationship, she finally settled on the watch.
He was still wearing the watch she gave him, weren’t they already broken up?
Bella Acker looked up at Damian Sinclair in a daze, and only snapped back to reality when her eyes t his cold and distant gaze, "I’m... I’m sorry. I... you... hello..."
Her heart was in a panic, and she no longer knew what she was saying. She only frantically reached out her hand to grasp Damian Sinclair’s large hand that had been extended for so ti.
His palm was always dry and warm, even when holding hands for a long ti, it wouldn’t get sweaty. She used to love curling up in his lap, playing with his hand while he read.
As their hands intertwined, when his fingers wrapped around hers, Bella Acker instantly froze on the spot.
"Hello." Damian Sinclair gently squeezed her small knuckled hand before letting go.
Her palm felt empty, and even her heart felt hollow.
Bella Acker reluctantly withdrew her hand, and when she looked up again, Damian Sinclair was already listening to soone else speak, without sparing her another glance, as if the handshake just now was really only a formality between strangers getting acquainted.
You’ve already broken up, what are you still hoping for?
Bella Acker clenched her hand tightly, lowered her head, not wanting others to see her reddened eyes.
She didn’t want to cry either, but just the thought that she would no longer be part of Damian’s future, only able to watch him marry and have children with another woman, made it hard for her to suppress the ache in her heart.
"Director Ford, I personally really like the character Hera, could you please have the actress playing Hera talk to in detail?" Damian Sinclair, who had been listening to others speak, suddenly spoke up, leaving the director and others discussing the shooting plan stunned for a mont.
However, the director reacted quickly, "President Sinclair, the one playing Hera is Bella."
Of course, he knew that it was Bella Acker, this thoughtless little troublemaker, playing Hera!
The more turbulent the emotions in Damian Sinclair’s heart, the calr and more indifferent his expression beca. He looked at Bella Acker and said, "We aren’t familiar enough to address each other by nicknas. May I ask your na?"
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