Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife

She’s rejecting him!

Damian Sinclair looked at Bella Acker and said, "You can always do the work you love, and leave the rest to me."

Upon hearing this, Bella Acker lowered her eyes, "Mr. Sinclair, I’m serious. With your situation, you can take care of any woman you want. I have a brother and a daughter; between us... it’s just not suitable anymore."

"You’ve never even considered trying, so how do you know it’s not suitable?" Damian Sinclair took two steps forward, grabbed her shoulders, and said in a low voice, "We’re both different from before, aren’t we?

"It’s because I know it’s not suitable that I don’t want to try." Bella Acker pulled his hand away, turned her gaze, and said, "And just as you said, we’ve both changed. I... I no longer like you."

"You no longer like me?" Damian Sinclair asked.

Bella Acker nodded with a firm mouth.

"Fine, can you look me in the eyes and say that again?" Damian Sinclair said, "Say you don’t like me, say you never want to see me again."

"I..."

Bella Acker turned back to look at him, just about to speak, when her lips suddenly felt warm; Damian Sinclair had come forward and kissed her.

"Mmm!" Bella Acker’s eyes widened in shock, and once she regained her composure, she immediately reached out to push him away.

But the man’s body was strong and filled with power; her arms reached his chest only to be firmly held by his large hands.

The kiss, long overdue, seemed to have found an outlet for suppressed emotions. Damian Sinclair gripped her wrists against his chest with one hand and wrapped his arm around her waist with the other, pulling her tightly into his embrace.

The kiss began urgently and frantically, but gradually turned gentle and delicate.

He used his tongue to gently soothe her trembling and panic, yet he domineeringly allowed no retreat from her.

She was like a turtle now, retreating into her hard shell at the slightest perception of danger, completely hiding her soft heart and shutting out all emotions.

He felt that if he let her continue to escape like this, their relationship might never progress further.

Damian Sinclair kissed her deeply and gently, filling her mouth with his own unique scent.

This woman who captured his heart and soul, whom he loved and hated, was destined to entangle his life.

"Hmm, let go..." Bella Acker wanted to struggle, but her strength was no match for the man pressing on her.

Weary from struggling, she suddenly wanted to laugh.

Why, after all these years of going in circles, does this man still appear before her?

She stopped resisting, and tears she hadn’t shed in a long time suddenly burst forth.

In Damian Sinclair’s mouth, a salty taste emerged.

He opened his eyes, slowly released her, and said, "Bella, don’t cry," as he kissed away the tears at her cheeks and the corners of her eyes.

"Slap!"

The sound of a slap echoed in the car, and Damian Sinclair’s face turned slightly to the side, his pupils widened in surprise.

Bella Acker was equally shocked, staring at her own hand, not expecting she would slap him.

"I..." Bella Acker moved her mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed her words.

Apologize? She’s hit him already, what good would apologizing do?

Perhaps saying nothing at all would be better.

He’s been rejected here; perhaps he’ll sense the obstacles and never appear again.

Isn’t that the result she wanted?