Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 55 - 54: Forced Kiss
Vivian Norris wore a dark expression. Daring to compete with her for a man, this Bella Acker clearly doesn’t want to stay in the entertainment industry.
"Okay, Vivi," the assistant nodded, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Vivi, should we report the investigation on Bella Acker to the company?"
Vivian Norris glanced coldly at the assistant who asked, "Is it me who pays your salary, or the company?"
The assistant’s body stiffened, her face turning two shades paler instantly, "Vivi, I... I understand."
Vivian Norris snorted coldly, turning her face away, ignoring her, and said to the makeup artist beside her, "Give me a lighter, more elegant look."
The makeup artist stepped forward immediately, while the other two assistants beside her quickly began searching for clothes that better matched the elegant look.
Meanwhile, Bella Acker reluctantly got into Damian Sinclair’s car. The backseat was obviously spacious, but because it was filled with Damian Sinclair’s presence, she felt oppressed and very nervous.
The car slowly pulled away, with Damian Sinclair holding a document, seemingly uninterested in speaking with her.
Bella Acker sneaked a glance at him, thinking, having her come over without saying a word, isn’t this just playing with her on purpose? Does he just want to see her flustered?
With this thought, Bella Acker immediately stiffened her neck and said loudly, "Didn’t President Sinclair want to hear my interpretation of the role of Hera? Please tell me when I can begin!"
Her voice was not only loud but also carried a clear tone of displeasure, causing the driver and assistant in the front seat to break out in a cold sweat for her.
Daring to speak to the boss this way, this Ms. Acker really has some nerve.
However, upon hearing her words, Damian Sinclair didn’t even lift an eyelid, continuing to look at the document in his hand, even ready to turn the page. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
"Hey!" Bella Acker slapped her hand on the document in his hand with a smack, glaring at him angrily, "Damian Sinclair, if you don’t want to listen, then let me out of the car! Are you having fun toying with me?"
Damian Sinclair glanced at the small white hand pressed on the document.
Bella Acker’s body stiffened, intimidated by the cold pressure emanating from him, instinctively withdrew her hand and hid it behind her waist, muttering in a small voice, "You provoked me first."
Who really provoked whom first?
Damian Sinclair finally turned his head to look at her, his abyss-like eyes showing no trace of emotion.
Being stared at like this, Bella Acker felt as if the surrounding air was about to freeze. But she wasn’t willing to concede just like that, and her heart held a lot of grievances too.
This man deliberately embarrassed her so much today, why should she be afraid of him!
Bella Acker stubbornly held her ground, glaring defiantly back at him, despite the urge to cower.
Damian Sinclair’s pupils contracted dangerously; he suddenly reached out, squeezing her soft cheeks roughly.
"Damian... Damian Sinclair, what... what are you doing?! Let me go!" Bella Acker struggled as the pain on her cheeks instantly brought tears to her eyes.
However, her strength was no match for Damian Sinclair’s. As long as he didn’t want to let go, no matter how much she struggled, it was useless.
Seeing his expression finally darken and a glimmer of suppressed fury appear, Bella Acker started to feel a tinge of fear, "Damian... Damian Sinclair, we’ve already broken up, you... you can’t treat me like this."
"Treat you how?" Damian Sinclair looked at her tears brimming over, a slight sting in his heart, his voice turning even colder and more sinister, "Like this?" Before the words finished, he had already lowered his head and kissed her small lips.
