Chapter 305: Not Getting Married Is Fine

"What?" Instead of feeling disappointed upon hearing that William never intended to get married, Ambrosio's mood brightened significantly. After all, she had already lost hope in that regard. As long as no other woman benefited from this situation, she considered herself lucky.

Moreover, if William wasn't going to marry, then she, as the official girlfriend, would naturally be the legitimate one. Even if someone else came along later, any negative reputation for being a third party wouldn't fall on her. She might even win some sympathy from William.

She knew plenty of people in Brazil and the USA who lived together as boyfriend and girlfriend for a lifetime without ever getting married.

With this thought in mind, Ambrosio couldn't help but smile. As for having children, that was something far off in the future, something she hadn't even considered. All she wanted now was to stay by William's side, this golden opportunity of a lifetime. Who knew what the future would bring? Perhaps in ten or twenty years, when William grew tired of his playboy lifestyle, he might choose to marry the girlfriend who had always been by his side.

Seeing Ambrosio's mood shift from gloomy to bright, William smiled and shook his head. "Still want to hear about the pact I mentioned?"

"It doesn't matter, darling. All I want is to be with you; the rest is up to you to decide," Ambrosio said sweetly, kissing William. "Teach me how to drive the yacht."

"Don't you really want to know?" William asked, pulling his girlfriend onto the captain's seat.

"Teach me how to steer first; I've never driven a boat before," Ambrosio said curiously, her eyes fixed on the buttons and the small, vintage-style ship wheel on the control panel. Without turning her head, she added, "Your pact probably involves promises and guarantees as long as I don't betray you, right, darling?"

William paused for a moment. This girl was indeed clever. Although not entirely accurate, she was close enough.

"But none of those promises and guarantees mean more than being able to stay with you. As long as you love me, I'll get what I deserve anyway. I won't mention it because I don't want our relationship to be all about money. If it weren't for wanting to declare my claim over you, I wouldn't even ask for an allowance."

"Alright, I'm sure now that you have big plans for me, and that little bit of money doesn't interest you anymore," William said with a teasing smile, tickling his girlfriend. However, deep down, he understood that Ambrosio's approach was the wisest. With someone as cautious and suspicious as William, it was best to be clear about everything. Sometimes, not fighting for something was the best way to fight. As long as she kept William happy, that pocket money was nothing—$500,000 a month, $6 million a year. A decent piece of jewelry would easily cost more than $6 million.

The two bantered playfully in the captain's cabin, and just as things were heating up, Sunday interrupted them.

"Apologies, Mr. Devonshire, Miss Ambrosio, dinner is ready. Mr. Martin will be up to the top deck to find you in about fifteen seconds."

Hearing Sunday's voice from William's phone, Ambrosio saw the frustrated look on William's face and burst into laughter.

Annoyed, William gave her a playful smack on her rounded rear, a loud "slap" echoing through the cabin.

"Ah!" Ambrosio yelped in surprise, spinning around to punch William several times in mock anger. "You jerk."

"Heh heh, the real fun is yet to come," William grinned mischievously, eyeing his girlfriend's chest. "For your upcoming fashion show, as your boyfriend, it's my duty to help you stay in shape. Once I send everyone back to the yacht club later, I promise I'll work you out until you're completely exhausted."

"Ha, we'll see who gets tired first," Ambrosio shot back with a challenging look. "I've been in intense training for 43 days—I'm in great shape."

"Alright, we'll see," William replied with a smirk, sensing Martin approaching the deck. He led his girlfriend downstairs.

After meeting Martin on the second deck, William instructed him to find the Liva sales manager to navigate the yacht back to shore. Then, he and Ambrosio were led to the dining room by the two servers from Restaurant 11.

Once seated, dinner officially began. After their earlier workout, both William and Ambrosio had hearty appetites. William, a voracious eater, surprised the servers from Restaurant 11 by devouring three main courses before he was even 70% full.

Ambrosio, on the other hand, finished her entire low-calorie meal that had been specially prepared for her.

After the meal, the head chef from Restaurant 11 approached the table with a delighted expression, eager to hear William's thoughts on the dishes.

Both William and Ambrosio praised the chef, who had managed to maintain the restaurant's three Michelin stars for over a decade.

Shaking hands with Chef Hunter, William joked, "If I thought I could convince you to do it, I'd love to have you come to Oxford as my personal chef."

Before Chef Hunter could respond, Ambrosio clung to William's arm and said, "That won't do, darling. If Chef Hunter goes to Oxford, what will I do in New York? I was hoping to visit Restaurant 11 every week to enjoy his cooking."

"Thank you, thank you," Chef Hunter said, beaming with pride. "Mr. Devonshire, it's my honor that you enjoyed the meal. However, Restaurant 11 is my life's work, so I'm afraid I must apologize for not being able to accept your offer."

Hunter then turned and took a gold card from one of his staff. "This is our restaurant's supreme gold card, made of 18K rose gold. With this card, you and Miss Ambrosio will never have to wait for a table; you can dine with us at any time, and I will personally serve you."

Ambrosio accepted the gold card with glee, thanking Chef Hunter before eagerly asking, "Chef Hunter, can I reserve the entire restaurant for a night?"

"Well..." Hunter hesitated. "It would be difficult to book the entire restaurant, Miss Ambrosio. Our reservations are already filled through November of next year. However, booking a private dining room would be no problem. May I ask how many guests you plan to invite?"

"Somewhere between 20 and 50, I think," Ambrosio replied uncertainly. "I want to invite my colleagues from Victoria's Secret for a gathering, but I'm not sure about the exact number."

"Well," hearing that there could be dozens of guests, Hunter seemed troubled.

But William interjected, "That's fine, just book the largest private room. Darling, not all the Angels are going to attend your gathering. Getting ten to show up would be quite an achievement."

Everyone around them, familiar with the subtle and fierce competition between women, silently chuckled.

Ambrosio wasn't very famous at the moment, and the top Angels weren't likely to indulge her by attending.

Ambrosio huffed. "If I invited them in your name, they'd all come."

This made William's eyes light up.

"Hmph, darling, you're so busy, I wouldn't want to disturb your work."

Seeing the knowing look in his girlfriend's eyes, William shrugged, realizing things wouldn't be that easy.

He wrote out a $1 million check and handed it to Hunter, who thanked him and looked at the check, "Mr. Devonshire, this is..."

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