Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife

From now on, they would live in their own circles, becoming the most familiar strangers, not interfering with each other.

Perhaps she might occasionally hear some news related to him at some gatherings.

Like who he’s dating, or whom he’s married to...

Bella Acker clenched her hands tightly, the pain of her nails digging into her palms barely keeping her awake.

Damian Sinclair turned his head to look at her, "Satisfied?"

His gaze was deep, and she couldn’t see any emotion in it. Was he angry?

Bella Acker suppressed her thoughts and suddenly laughed, "Mr. Sinclair, I know it’s easy for someone as powerful as you to control someone’s life. But could you spare me for the sake of the feelings we once had? Of course, if Mr. Sinclair just wants to sleep with me, fine! You book the hotel, and I’ll..."

"Bella Acker, what do you take me for?" Damian Sinclair squinted slightly at her, emotions surging in his eyes.

"As for what kind of person Mr. Sinclair is, I think I could just pull someone from the street and ask them, and they’d probably know, right?" Bella Acker said with a smile, counting on her fingers, "Powerful, influential, handsome, wealthy, well-built, with taste and poise, fulfilling every woman’s fantasy of a future husband. As long as you want, with a mere curl of your finger, women would throw themselves at you. You could switch one in the morning, another in the afternoon, and one more at night, having someone new each day of the year without repetition."

"Saying this, are you very happy?"

Bella Acker’s heart trembled again, a wave of panic flashed through, but her smile remained calm and composed, "What we’re discussing now is Mr. Sinclair’s charm, which seems unrelated to whether I’m happy or not, right? Besides, why should I be unhappy?"

"Do you really want to push me to other women?" Damian Sinclair asked, looking into her eyes, feeling restless and suffocated with no outlet, unable to release the blood and flesh clashing within.

"Mr. Sinclair, you might be misunderstanding this." Bella Acker said with a smile, "To push you to other women, I’d first have to be your woman and you my man, but clearly we’re not. So the premise of your question doesn’t exist."

"Alright, I understand." Damian Sinclair turned away.

Watching his back, Bella Acker’s smile vanished instantly. She had to clench her teeth tightly to stop her body from trembling and to hide her emotions.

This time... would he give up completely?

After a while, Damian Sinclair returned with a contract in his hand.

"This is the property transfer authorization. You need to sign here at the end, and then fill in your bank account number here." Damian Sinclair placed the contract on the table, directly turning to the signature and bank account number filling section, handing her a pen.

"Why didn’t I sign when you transferred it to me before?" Bella Acker looked at the contract on the table, momentarily stunned.

"Like you said, I have power and influence, and can do whatever I want." Damian Sinclair said, "Sign it."

"Why do I have to fill in a bank account number besides signing?"

"Because the bank needs to check if you have any bad credit records." Damian Sinclair lied with a straight face, "Ms. Acker, if you don’t trust me, you can call the housing bureau to ask first."