Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife

Damian Sinclair, who would have thought you’d fall to such a state?

Be the affair partner in her extramarital affair? Impossible!

Damian Sinclair withdrew his hand, stood up abruptly, and walked forward in large strides without waiting for Bella Acker’s reaction.

Bella Acker stood frozen in place with the cotton swab and wound medicine, watching him quickly disappear into the night.

What’s the sudden rush about handling a wound?

As Damian Sinclair walked away, he lifted his hand to look at the wound on the back of his hand, which was only half treated, and suddenly felt a bit of regret.

It seems that as long as he encounters her, his emotions become inexplicable and hard to control.

After waiting outside The Seraphina Garden for half a day and now getting stabbed, walking away like this feels like such a loss, doesn’t it?

But going back now seems a bit embarrassing, and she probably thinks he’s inexplicable and has long gone, right?

Damian Sinclair looked back and couldn’t help but smile self-mockingly. Isn’t he supposed to win her back? Why all the fuss?

Bella Acker sat on the bench, staring down at her toes. A pair of black leather shoes appeared in her line of sight.

Damian Sinclair asked, "Why are you still sitting here, not leaving?"

After a mental struggle, he eventually returned. When he came back and saw her still sitting there waiting, it felt like fireworks blossomed in his heart.

Bella Acker looked up at him, and Damian Sinclair stared into her eyes, eager to hear her say something like, "because I was waiting for you." Then he would definitely pull her into his embrace, never mind about marriage.

She was his woman; he wanted her back!

For the first time, Damian Sinclair felt nervous anticipation, even unconsciously swallowing.

In his wait, Bella Acker spoke, "I just booked a ride, but the driver needs to handle something first; he’ll come by later, so I’m just waiting here."

She wasn’t waiting for him! Of course, she wasn’t waiting for him!

The disappointment now was as great as the anticipation was earlier. It felt like his heart was suddenly hung in mid-air, then suddenly plummeted into an endless abyss, feeling nothing but unsettled and cold.

Cold to the bone.

For a moment, Damian Sinclair didn’t know what the point of coming back was. To prove how foolish and ridiculous he was?

Bella Acker stood up and said, "Mr. Sinclair, since you’re back, let me continue to bandage your wound, it’s still bleeding."

Damian Sinclair glanced at her, extending his hand silently as he sat down on the chair.

Bella Acker also said no more words and resumed tending to his wound.

The medicine from the pharmacy had a good hemostatic effect, and once applied, no more blood could be seen flowing.

After applying the medicine, Bella Acker took some gauze to bandage the wound, wrapping it very carefully, and only after it was bandaged did she say, "This wound shouldn’t touch raw water for at least three days; when you bathe, lift this arm a bit. If it’s inconvenient, you can... you can have your girlfriend help you."

Bella Acker’s eyelashes fluttered a bit, quickly concealing the awkwardness in her tone.

"What girl..." Damian Sinclair was just about to ask what girlfriend, but suddenly recalled the things he said on the phone in the afternoon, feeling like he had dug his own grave.

Bella Acker picked up the bag beside her, saying, "Mr. Sinclair, since it’s hot and you need to change the dressing daily, take these. It’s quite late, so I’ll leave first. Goodbye."

"Wait."

Bella Acker looked at him puzzled, "Mr. Sinclair, is there anything else?"

"I’ll see you home."

Bella Acker’s body stiffened almost imperceptibly, "There’s no need to trouble you."