Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife

Although the sudden news was a bit alarming, Aiden Hayes just paused for a moment before smiling.

"Mr. Sinclair, we can sit down and have a proper talk at noon." When it came to work-related matters, Aiden Hayes immediately put away his playful demeanor.

"Alright." Damian Sinclair nodded, then turned to Bella Acker and said, "I’ll drive you to the dinner first."

"No need, you guys have work to discuss. I can just take a cab there myself," Bella Acker said.

"Work isn’t as important as you are," Damian Sinclair said. "Come on. There are too many kids at the panda exhibit today; it’s too noisy. Next time we’ll take Talia to the panda base, it’s much bigger there, and there are more pandas."

Bella Acker was flustered by his comment that work isn’t as important as you, her heart pounding wildly, hardly paying attention to what he said afterward.

Leaving the panda exhibit, Bella Acker absentmindedly sat in the passenger seat before realizing she had planned to take a cab to the dinner?

The car slowly drove away, and she sneaked a glance at Damian Sinclair’s profile from the corner of her eye, then quickly turned her gaze to the window outside.

No way! No way! You can’t be swayed by good looks!

Damian Sinclair, driving with his eyes on the road, asked, "Where’s the address?"

"Huh?" Bella Acker, lost in thought, didn’t understand for a moment.

Damian Sinclair glanced at her and explained, "Where is the dinner’s address?"

"Oh...I...I’ll check my phone. Ms. Young sent me the address on WeChat." Bella Acker quickly rummaged through her bag for her phone, feeling panicked inside, trying her best to maintain a natural expression, "1247 Taligar."

"Okay." Damian Sinclair responded, "Call me when you’re done, and I’ll book a restaurant for dinner."

"No need," Bella Acker said, "I’m treating a friend for dinner; I’ll book the place myself."

Damian Sinclair raised an eyebrow, "You only plan to invite Mr. Hayes, didn’t think of inviting me too?"

"..." Bella Acker was at a loss for words, managing just a faint smile, "Of course not. I’m inviting friends for hotpot this evening; please, Mr. Sinclair, join us."

"Does Mr. Hayes want hotpot? Can he eat spicy food?" Damian Sinclair asked the person in the back seat.

Aiden Hayes lounged in the seat lazily, "Everything must be tried."

"Alright, I’ll book the place." Damian Sinclair didn’t say anything more.

Bella Acker whispered, "It’s rather embarrassing to let Mr. Sinclair book the place when I’m the one treating friends for dinner. Perhaps..."

Before she could finish, Damian Sinclair said, "Then next time you treat me to a meal as thanks."

Bella Acker was left speechless by his response, finally couldn’t help but roll her eyes, and said sternly, "Mr. Sinclair, let’s be clear, is this about the meal invitation?"

A glimpse of amusement flashed in Damian Sinclair’s eyes, "It’s not about the meal invitation, so don’t be so polite to me."

Alright, all said and done, he was the one making sense.

Bella Acker conceded, turned her head to look out the window, and stopped talking.

"Are you upset?"

"No," Bella Acker said, "Just feel like Mr. Sinclair is always right, so there’s no point in saying anything."

Damian Sinclair sighed, "You’re just back and don’t know which hotpot places are good. Since it’s to entertain friends, it’s better to take them to a good hotpot restaurant, don’t you think?"

See, again, he’s making sense, and most importantly, there’s no way to argue against it.

Bella Acker sighed, "Then I’ll have to trouble Mr. Sinclair. But let me make one thing clear, I’m paying."