Bella Acker pouted, thinking that her daughter was hers, hers alone, and no one should think about taking her daughter away from her side.
Damian Sinclair saw her pout and, with a smile in his eyes, said, "Okay, Talia is yours, and you are mine."
"Who... who is yours?!" Bella Acker's face, which had just cooled down, flushed red again, "President Sinclair, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."
"I didn't say anything wrong." Damian Sinclair said, "I've been pursuing you so intently, and you still don't plan to accept me?"
"I've been pursued by many people. If I were to agree to whoever pursued me, I could form an entire battalion by now." Bella Acker huffed twice.
Damian Sinclair frowned slightly, "Why do I have so many rivals in love? How many people have you attracted exactly?"
