Chapter 643 - 642: Reunion (38)
"Ah!" Bella Acker instinctively exclaimed.
"Ms. Acker!" The two assistants hadn’t expected her to suddenly fall, and they both tensed up.
Only Damian Sinclair remained calm, stepping forward to quickly extend his arm and catch the falling Bella Acker.
His arms were strong and powerful. Bella Acker landed right into his embrace, and his body didn’t even waver.
The familiar scent instantly enveloped Bella Acker. She froze for a moment and, regaining her senses, tried to stand up, but as soon as she moved her foot, she winced and drew in a sharp breath, "Hiss!"
"Ms. Acker, are you alright?" The two assistants were a bit worried and felt quite guilty.
If they hadn’t suddenly needed to pass through, Ms. Acker wouldn’t have been in a rush to make way for them and fallen.
"I’m fine, you guys go ahead with your heavy stuff." Bella Acker smiled, showing no sign of anything being wrong on her face.
"Sorry, Ms. Acker, if it weren’t for..."
"I’m really fine, carrying all that stuff must be heavy, you guys go ahead." Bella Acker waved her hand, indicating she was really okay.
The two assistants, seeing that she seemed genuinely fine, apologized again before carrying their things to the camping site.
The sound of Bella Acker’s sharp intake of breath was quite faint, and apart from Damian Sinclair, who was right next to her, others really couldn’t hear it.
"Mr. Sinclair, I’ll walk over slowly myself, you go ahead." Bella Acker gritted her teeth to endure the pain in her ankle, stood up straight, and said with a smile.
"Your smile makes me uncomfortable." Her face changed with the pain, yet she acted as if nothing happened. Does she really not want to rely on him now?
Damian Sinclair crouched down, without a word, lifted her skirt slightly and gently pinched her right foot, which had stepped on a small stone earlier.
"Hiss!" Bella Acker drew a sharp breath. Her right leg could hardly bear the weight, and she instinctively bent over to support herself on his shoulder.
"Not pretending anymore?" Damian Sinclair lifted his gaze and gave her a bland look.
Bella Acker bit her lip, withdrew her hand from his shoulder, and said, "No need to trouble Mr. Sinclair. I’ll rest a bit and walk over myself... Ah! Damian Sinclair, what are you doing? Put me down!"
Damian Sinclair suddenly swept her up in his arms, startling her.
In her panic, Bella Acker instinctively wrapped her arms around Damian Sinclair’s neck, then quickly let go after realizing it.
Holding her, Damian Sinclair said, "Have you been living through a famine these past few years?"
"Huh?" Bella Acker, flustered from being in his arms, was so tense that she didn’t quite understand what he meant by that.
"You’re so skinny you’re all bones, carrying you hurts." Damian Sinclair walked forward expressionlessly.
"Even if it hurts, I didn’t ask you to carry me!" Bella Acker said, a bit angry, struggling against his arms, "Put me down, I can walk myself."
He had lifted her so suddenly that her heart wouldn’t stop pounding, making her too nervous to calm down. And now he was complaining about her being so skinny that it hurt. She was over 1.6 meters tall and weighed about 90 pounds; it wasn’t as exaggerated as he said.
"Don’t move, or I’ll drop you. Believe it?" Damian Sinclair looked down at her, threateningly.
Bella Acker wasn’t afraid of him now, she stuck her neck out and coldly looked at him, "Drop me, if you don’t, you’re not a man!"
Damian Sinclair gritted his teeth, feeling an urge to bite her mischievous little mouth.