Chapter 304: Working Out on the Yacht

"Of course, use it, but even if I give it to you, can you afford to maintain it on your salary?" William refused with a serious expression.

"You're so stingy, darling, you're really too stingy," Ambrosio pouted as she clung to William's arm.

"Couldn't you give me the yacht and cover all the expenses too? I am your girlfriend, after all."

William touched Ambrosio's forehead. "No fever... did something shock you?"

"Damn it," Ambrosio swatted his hand away. "Just tell me, can I spend your money or not?"

"Of course," William didn't care about such a small matter; after all, he decided how much to give. "I can even give you an allowance, but didn't you refuse to use my money before? Why the sudden change of heart today?"

"Ha," Ambrosio let out a forced laugh and rolled her eyes at William. "That was then. Now, if I don't use it, someone else might benefit."

"I'm going to use your money to shop, shop, shop! I need to show those women after you that I am the real girlfriend, the kind who can freely spend your money."

"Alright." William looked at the gleam in Ambrosio's eyes, realizing that she might have been influenced by those skinny models at Victoria's Secret.

He took her hand and said, "How about I give you $500,000 a month as pocket money?"

"My God, are you still a billionaire, darling?" Ambrosio playfully bumped her forehead against William's chin, complaining, "Even ordinary billionaires spend more than a million a month on an Angel. You're too stingy, darling."

"Ha, but it's not the same, is it? They pay up after one month, then it's goodbye. With me, it could be a year, several years, and if we get along well, maybe a lifetime. $500,000 a month, $6 million a year, is enough for your daily expenses."

Ambrosio hugged William tightly, murmuring, "You bastard, you said it. If we get along well, it could be for a lifetime."

She looked up at William, blinking her eyes. "Darling, I want to work out."

William grinned, amused by her request.

An hour later, wearing a swimsuit under a long robe, William walked out of the master bedroom, feeling refreshed, and headed to the front deck of the yacht's second level.

"SIR, the head chef and assistant from Restaurant 11 are waiting in the yacht club's lounge. Shall I notify them to come over?"

"Yes, please bring them over, and also call the yacht club's manager and Liva's sales representative."

"Understood, SIR."

Not even five minutes later, a small delivery truck and a golf cart pulled up alongside the yacht.

The yacht club manager was the first to get out, quickly walking onto the yacht. Upon seeing William, he bowed and greeted him, "Good evening, Mr. Devonshire. I'm Martin Donner, the yacht club manager."

"Hello, Mr. Donner," William stood up and shook hands with Martin. "I have a good impression of you, so would you mind handling the trivial matters for me tonight?"

"Of course not," Martin responded enthusiastically. "It would be my honor and our yacht club's duty. Thank you very much for giving me this opportunity to serve you. The yacht club is obliged to meet any reasonable requests you have, Mr. Devonshire. Rest assured, I'll take care of everything."

William nodded with a smile. "Very well, then. You can go ahead. Any costs will be on me."

"Understood, Mr. Devonshire." Martin then led the chefs and staff to load the dining utensils and ingredients onto the yacht to prepare dinner.

Once everything was onboard, William went up to the top deck's helm, where, following Sunday's instructions, he began learning how to operate the yacht. After simulating a few operations to familiarize himself with the main steps, he started the yacht and carefully maneuvered it out of the dock, heading out to sea under the night sky.

After half an hour, they arrived in shallow waters, anchored, and William returned to the master bedroom to wake up the exhausted and soundly sleeping Ambrosio.

Groggy and a bit annoyed from being woken up, Ambrosio pleaded with William to carry her to wash up.

Naturally, William wouldn't refuse such a request, and the two of them took their time before finally emerging from the bedroom and heading to the top deck.

Looking out at the sea under the night sky and the yacht that seemed excessively advanced to the eyes of most people, Ambrosio felt extremely excited, proud of her perseverance and decisiveness.

She was glad that she had kept her boundaries and didn't give away her first time like other young girls. After committing herself to William, she had given him her most precious gift, and now it seemed she had made the right gamble. She could feel that William was gradually accepting her.

As for William cheating, Ambrosio was well aware that it was something she couldn't control. It would be odd if he didn't cheat. Just thinking about how her fellow Victoria's Secret models frequently inquired about William's whereabouts made it clear how popular he was as a young super-rich man.

What worried Ambrosio was that William might not marry her, and she was also a bit afraid of marrying him.

Her past experiences and what she had seen in the modeling world made Ambrosio very aware that marriage wasn't the ultimate goal. In fact, getting married might be the beginning of a disaster. The monotony of marriage could extinguish William's passion for her.

Being together for a long time, William, who had a restless nature, might soon grow tired of her. Plus, she wasn't willing to give up her modeling career just as it was reaching its peak.

Ambrosio knew very well that besides her fame, there wasn't much else that could hold William's interest for long.

However, saying she hadn't thought about becoming Mrs. Devonshire, the future Countess of Oxford, would be a lie. Holding William's arm, she carefully tested the waters, "Darling, do you think I should visit your mother in Oxford?"

"Mm," William, who was looking at the sea under the night sky, turned to glance at his cautious girlfriend and kissed her on the forehead. "Sweetheart, we've been together for over six months. You know my situation, and as smart as you are, you should understand that visiting my mother right now wouldn't be good for you. I guarantee you'd be disappointed."

"Alright," Ambrosio rolled her eyes at William. "I knew it would be like this. Someone with my background could never become a countess. To you nobles and super-rich, people like us are just celebrities at best, and playthings at worst."

Ambrosio slumped against William's chest, sighing, "But if I weren't a model, I'd still be stuck in Brazil, and I would never have met you."

She looked up into William's eyes, pitifully whispering, "Darling, promise me you won't abandon me, okay?"

Silence, a deathly still silence. This made Ambrosio feel incredibly low.

But luckily, God hadn't abandoned her. Just as she was about to be consumed by despair, she heard William softly say, "Mm."

In truth, William didn't need to think about it at all. He still liked Ambrosio a lot—she was smart and didn't nag. The hesitation was due to his possessiveness, coupled with his inner resistance and fear of marriage.

A beautiful, obedient, non-nagging woman—who wouldn't like that? So, William gently said, "I may never get married, but we can make a pact."

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