"Of course I'm using it. Even if I give it to you, can you afford it with your salary?" William refused with a serious face.
"Stingy, my dear, you're really too stingy." Ambrosio hugged William's arm and acted coquettishly.
"Can't you just give me the yacht and reimburse me for all the expenses of the yacht? I'm your girlfriend. "
William touched Ambrosio's forehead, "You don't have a fever, or have you been stimulated by something?"
"Damn it." Ambrosio slapped William's hand away, "Just tell me, can I spend your money?"
"Of course." William didn't care about such a small matter. He had the final say on how much to give.
"Even if I give you pocket money, it's fine. But didn't you refuse to use my money before? "Why did you suddenly think it through today?"
"Ha." Ambrosio laughed and rolled his eyes at William, "That was in the past. If I don't want it now, I don't know if that Bi Si will take advantage of me."
"I just want to use your money to buy, buy, buy. I have to let those Bi Si who have ideas about you know that I'm your girlfriend, the kind of girlfriend who can spend your money casually."
"Alright." William speechlessly looked at Ambrosio, whose eyes were flickering. It seemed that this beauty had been stimulated by those people after entering Livy's secret.
He pulled Ambrosio's hand and said, "Then how about I give you 500,000 dollars a month as pocket money?"
"God, are you still a billionaire?" "My dear." Ambrosio knocked his forehead against William's chin a few times and complained,
"Those ordinary billionaires pay more than 1 million dollars a month to find an angel. Aren't you too stingy, my dear?"
"Ha, how can this be the same? They say goodbye after a month when they receive the money.
"I'm talking about a year, a few years. If we can get along well, then it might be a lifetime. 500,000 a month, and 6 million a year as pocket money is enough for your daily expenses."
Ambrosio hugged William tightly and muttered, "You bastard, this is what you said. If we get along well, it will be a lifetime."
He looked up at William and blinked, "My dear, I want to work out."
Isn't it easy to work out? William chuckled.
An hour later, William, who had changed into a swimsuit and a nightgown, walked out of the master bedroom feeling refreshed and came to the front deck of the second floor of the yacht.
"Sir, the chef and assistant of Restaurant No. 11 are already waiting in the reception room of the yacht club. Do you need me to inform them to come over?"
"Yes, invite them over. Also, call the manager of the yacht club and Liva's salesperson over."
"Yes, sir."
After lying on the deck chair for less than five minutes, a small truck and a golf cart drove to the side of the yacht.
The manager of the yacht club got off first and quickly walked onto the yacht. When he saw William, he bowed and greeted him, "Good evening, Mr. Devonshire. I'm Martin Tanner, the manager of the yacht club."
"Yes." William stood up and shook Martin's hand. "Hello, Mr. Tanner. I have a good impression of you, so I hope you don't mind helping me out tonight."
"Of course not," Martin replied happily. "It's my honor and also the responsibility of the yacht club. Thank you very much for giving me this opportunity to serve you.
Our yacht club is obliged to fulfill any of your reasonable requests. Don't worry, Mr. Devonshire, I promise to take care of everything for you. "
William smiled and nodded. "Very good. Go ahead and do your work. I'll pay for any expenses."
"Understood, Mr. Devonshire." Martin walked off the yacht and brought the chef and waiters to carry the cutlery and ingredients onto the yacht to prepare dinner.
After everything was moved onto the yacht, William walked to the top deck of the yacht and learned how to drive the yacht bit by bit according to the instructions given by Sunday. After a few simulations and familiarizing himself with the main steps, he started the yacht.
He carefully steered the yacht out of its position and sailed towards the sea in the night.
After sailing for half an hour, the yacht arrived at the shallow sea area. He dropped the anchor and went back to the master bedroom to wake up Ambrosia who was sleeping soundly.
Ambrosia was a little unhappy that she was woken up. She acted coquettishly and begged William to carry her to wash up.
Of course, William wouldn't refuse such a request. The two of them dawdled for a long time before walking out of the bedroom and went to the top deck of the yacht.
Looking at the sea in the night and the yacht that seemed a little too advanced in the eyes of modern people, Ambrosia was very excited. At the same time, she was proud of her perseverance and decisiveness.
She was glad that she was able to hold on to her bottom line and didn't give away her first time early like other young girls.
After recognizing William, she gave her most precious thing to William without hesitation. Now it seemed that she had made the right bet. She could feel that William was slowly accepting her.
As for William's cheating outside, Ambrosia knew that she couldn't control William at all.
It would be strange if he didn't cheat. Thinking about how Victoria's Secret would ask her about William's whereabouts from time to time, she knew how popular a young super-rich person like William was.
What worried Ambrosia was that William might not marry her. At the same time, she was a little afraid of marrying William.
Her past experience and experience in the modeling industry made Ambrosia very clear that marriage was not the end.
Once she got married, it might be the beginning of a disaster. The dullness of the marriage could wipe out William's enthusiasm for her.
If they stayed together for a long time, William, who had an unstable temperament, would soon be tired of her.
Moreover, she was unwilling to give up her modeling career at the beginning of its glory.
Ambrosia knew very well that apart from fame, there was nothing about her that could attract William for a long time.
However, it would be a lie to say that she didn't want to be Mrs. Devonshire and the future Countess of Oxford.
She held William's arm and carefully probed, "Dear, do you think I should go to Oxford to visit your mother?"
"Yes." William, who was looking at the sea in the night, turned his head and looked at his cautious girlfriend. He smiled and kissed her forehead.
"Dear, we have been together for more than half a year. You know my situation.
As smart as you are, you should understand that it is absolutely not good for you to see my mother at this time. I guarantee that you will be disappointed. "
"Okay." Ambrosia rolled her eyes at William. "I knew it would be like this. How can a person of my background be a countess?
In the eyes of great aristocrats and super-rich people like you, we are celebrities if you put it nicely, but we are just playthings if you put it bluntly. "
Ambrosia lay in William's arms dejectedly and said faintly, "But if I didn't become a model, I would have stayed in Brazil all the time. It would be even more impossible for me to know you."
She looked up at William's eyes and whispered pitifully, "Dear, promise me not to abandon me, okay?"
Silence. Dead silence. This made Ambrosio's mood extremely low.
But at least God didn't abandon her. Ambrosia, who was heartbroken, heard William whisper "Yes."
In fact, William didn't need to think about this problem at all. He still liked the smart and not long-winded Ambrosia in his heart.
Thinking about it for so long was just a manifestation of the resistance and fear of marriage in his heart at the same time.
Who didn't like beautiful, obedient, and not long-winded beauties, so William said softly, "I should never get married, but we can make an agreement."
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