Seeing William come out of the office so quickly, Ambrosio asked in surprise, "Dear, did you finish your work that fast?" She glanced at her watch. "It hasn't even been an hour. Is this how you super-rich people work? You ignore things for days, and when you finally handle them, it only takes an hour?"
William smiled and sat down on the couch. "I don't run a company, so I don't usually have much work. It's only when I develop new projects or inventions that I get really busy."
"Like when you invented Sunday?" Ambrosio said as she nestled next to William, resting her head on his chest.
"More or less. Actually, creating Sunday didn't take me that much effort," he said nonchalantly.
Ambrosio looked up at William with an amused expression and playfully covered her mouth. "I know you're the best. Here's your reward." She gave William a few kisses.
William rolled his eyes. "That's so half-hearted. What's the point of talking about this with someone like you? Let's just discuss where we should go for a vacation."
"You jerk! I have a degree too, you know. We both have bachelor's degrees. So, you're not that much smarter than me." Ambrosio patted William's chest with a grin. "Some people, though, couldn't stay in school once they started making money. Are you regretting that now, genius?"
"If you don't want to travel, just say so. I'll just sail around the world by myself."
Hearing about travel, Ambrosio realized William might be leaving soon. Reluctantly, she asked, "Have you finished everything in New York? I didn't see you handling any business these past few days."
"Of course, silly. I'm a billionaire. If there's anything that needs to be done, I have my people handle it. If I didn't need to oversee things personally, I wouldn't even bother coming to New York."
"But..." Ambrosio hesitated. "I really want to go with you, but what about my training camp? And would it look bad if I got special treatment for my first time attending?"
Having just dealt with Pushkin and feeling in a great mood, William waved his hand dismissively. "What's the big deal? Worst case, I'll just buy that ridiculously expensive lingerie from this year's Victoria's Secret show. Won't that earn you some privileges?"
"Are you serious?" Ambrosio gasped, covering her mouth in surprise. She gave William a long, meaningful look. "Is it for me?"
"Haha, let me think about it," William replied with a teasing smile.
Women can be such actresses. Within seconds, Ambrosio's eyes grew teary.
William rolled his eyes and corrected himself, "Okay, okay. Since you've been pretty good these past few days, I'll give it to you."
"That's more like it! If you dared give it to someone else, I'd bite you to death." She flashed a playful grin, showing off her perfectly white teeth. "Everyone knows I'm your woman. If you give that lingerie to someone else, all of New York would laugh at me. No, not just New York—your fame is global. The whole world would mock me, and I wouldn't be able to live with that."
"Dear, you love me the most. You wouldn't do that to me, right?" Ambrosio said pitifully.
William shook his head, but this time Ambrosio couldn't hold back. Tears began to fall, but after hearing William's next words, she broke into a smile. "Of course, the one I love most is my mom, silly," he said, wiping away her tears. "But besides her, you're probably the woman closest to me."
"Me too," Ambrosio replied softly, gazing at William. "You're the closest person to me."
"Thank you," William said, kissing her cheek. "Enough about that. Are you coming with me on this trip or not?"
"Of course, dear. If I can get the time off, I'll definitely go with you." Ambrosio clung to William's arm, rubbing her head against it. "But first, we need to go home. There's a lot to prepare for a long trip. The boat needs maintenance, and most importantly, I want my name painted on the ship before we leave port."
"Haha, so that's what you're really after, huh?" William shook his head, stood up, and headed to the helm, starting the yacht and steering it toward the marina.
Two hours later, Martin Donal, who had been waiting at the dock, greeted William and Ambrosio enthusiastically. "Good morning, Mr. Devonshire, Ms. Ambrosio."
"Good morning, Martin. How have you been these past few days?" William smiled as he shook Martin's hand.
"Uh..." Martin hesitated, his face stiffening. He fumbled for words, unsure how to admit that he had been tormented by the New York tax authorities.
"Relax, I'm just joking," William said, patting Martin's shoulder. "Help me prepare everything for the trip. I'm heading out to sea in a few days. Also, make sure to have Ms. Ambrosio's name painted on the bow. From now on, this yacht will be called *Ambrosio*."
"Certainly, sir! I'll take care of everything perfectly." Martin was thrilled at this opportunity to both land a job and please his future boss.
He quickly turned to Ambrosio. "Ms. Ambrosio, once your name is on this yacht, you'll be the first female superyacht owner in all of New York. Every woman in the world will envy you."
"Thank you, thank you!" Ambrosio beamed, flattered by the compliment. She pulled out a design she had prepared. "Here's the font I chose for my name. You only have a few days—will that be enough time?"
"Absolutely. I guarantee that by the time you set sail, your name will be on the yacht," Martin assured her.
"Great. Well, we'll leave it at that for now. See you later, Martin."
"Goodbye, Mr. Devonshire, Ms. Ambrosio," Martin said, respectfully seeing them off. Once their car had driven away, he silently pumped his fist in excitement and rushed back to the office to assign the tasks.
Back at their home on the Upper East Side near Central Park, as soon as they entered, Ambrosio pulled William to see the clothes she had been buying for him over time.
Seeing the closet full of clothes in his size, William couldn't help but compliment Ambrosio a few times. She immediately stretched out her hand, saying with righteous conviction, "I bought you all these clothes. Now I don't have any money left for myself. It's your turn to buy me clothes, dear."
"You've been so good lately. No problem." He glanced at his watch. "It's already past eleven. Let's order some food first, take a nap, and then I'll go shopping with you."
"NO! We're going to Fifth Avenue to eat. And after that, I'm going to shop the entire afternoon and evening. I want to buy everything I've been eyeing these past few days." Clinging to William's arm, she shook it playfully. "Let's go, dear. There's not much time left today."
Hearing that it would take the entire afternoon and evening, William broke into a cold sweat and quickly shook his head. "I'd have to be crazy to go shopping with you all day. If you want, I'll just call those stores and have them deliver everything to the house for you to choose from." Then he collapsed onto the bed. "I'd rather sleep than spend all that time shopping."
"No way." Ambrosio tugged at William, who was lying on the bed, but couldn't budge him.
Left with no choice, she lay on his back and whispered in his ear, "If you agree to go shopping with me for a whole day, I'll do whatever you want."
"Still not going."
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