Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 174 - 173: What Are You Trying to Do?
Bella looked around the film set but couldnβt find Damianβs tall figure.
On the other end of the line, Damian said coldly, "Ms. Acker, do you think I have so much free time?" π³πΏππππ²ππ»ππππ₯.ππ π
Hearing this, Bella finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Then... How did you know when I was on break?"
He actually knew when she got off the set to rest; sheβd never believe there wasnβt something suspicious about this.
"Did Ms. Acker do something shady to make you so guilty?"
"Who... Whoβs guilty? Stop talking nonsense."
Damian pressed, "If youβre not guilty, why didnβt you answer my call?"
"I... I fell asleep, didnβt... didnβt hear it." Even though they werenβt face-to-face, Bellaβs eyes shifted unconsciously when she lied.
Sharon, watching nearby, listened to Bellaβs tone and already guessed who was on the other end of the call. She couldnβt help but find it amusing. Just by looking at Bella, she knew that if she stood in front of Damian, sheβd be eaten alive. She couldnβt lie to save her life.
Bella noticed Sharonβs amused expression, blushed, and ran to a secluded corner with her phone.
Damian was silent for a moment before speaking again, "Iβll reluctantly accept your reason."
"Thatβs exactly it, I was just sleeping." Bella pouted, kicking a stone at the wall with her toe, then suddenly realized, "Hey... Damian, wait, why am I explaining this to you?"
Heβs not her anything now, so why did she have to explain so much to him!
Bella felt a bit defiant, her cheeks puffed up like a bun.
But her words seemed to somewhat appease Damian, and his tone wasnβt as cold as before, "What about those photos of you with Archer Quinn?"
"What... Whatβs what about them?" Bella was still upset over her instinctive decision to explain herself earlier and was suddenly confused when he brought up another topic.
"What do you think?"
"Ah!" Bella suddenly realized, "You... You didnβt see those rumors online, did you? Oh, those are fake; nothing of the sort happened. Archer and I are just regular friends, not a couple like theyβre saying."
Damian said, "I know."
"Then why are you asking?" Bella pouted.
"Iβm asking about the photos, not your relationship with him," Damian said. "You held his hand."
"No, it was a candid shot of Senior Quinn holding my hand." Bella thought to herself, when she was crossing the street with Senior Quinn, she was holding his wrist, not his hand. It was only when they almost got hit by a car that he held her hand.
"Ms. Acker, you still donβt seem to grasp the main point." Damian said coldly, "Our contract hasnβt expired, and Ms. Acker is sneaking around with other men. May I ask, what does Ms. Acker take me for?"
"Take you for what?" Bella was a bit intimidated by his lowered tone, but she didnβt understand why Damian, having just softened his tone, was suddenly so angry again.
Menβs hearts are like needles at the bottom of the sea, utterly bewildering.
"Being with me, yet having physical contact with other men, what are you trying to do?"







