Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 72 - 71: Damian Arrives

"Bang!"

The relatively sturdy room door was kicked open, and President Lloyd, who was pressing down Bonnie’s legs and preparing to take off her pants, was stunned on the spot.

President Lloyd heard the footsteps and shouted angrily, "Who the hell is it, get the hell out of here!"

"No...don’t, help me!" Barely managing to intrude, Bonnie wouldn’t miss this opportunity.

"You b*tch, shut the f*ck..."

"Bang!"

Before President Lloyd could finish his scolding, his shoulder was suddenly grabbed. Despite his hefty body weighing over 160 pounds, he was effortlessly thrown out by the intruder.

He was only wearing a pair of underwear, shamelessly pitched, and crashed directly onto the TV cabinet opposite the bed.

"Damn it..." President Lloyd’s back hit the TV cabinet, causing him to gasp in pain. He grabbed the chair nearby, about to throw it, but when he saw who had come in, he didn’t dare to toss the chair.

"Sin... President Sinclair, you... you..."

"Bang!" Damian Sinclair’s face was gloomy. He didn’t bother talking nonsense and lifted his long leg to kick President Lloyd in the belly.

"Ugh!" President Lloyd was kicked in the belly but didn’t dare to hurl the chair he held. He curled up in pain, "Sin... President Sinclair, it’s a misunderstanding... There must be a misunderstanding... Listen... ah!"

Before finishing his words, another agonizing scream was heard.

Damian Sinclair stepped on President Lloyd’s crotch with his leather shoe and ground it forcefully.

President Lloyd was in so much pain that his face turned pale, sweat beaded his forehead, and after several screams, he lost consciousness.

Damian Sinclair didn’t cast a glance at him, retrieved his foot, and walked toward the bed.

Bonnie, with teary eyes, looked at him as though all her fear suddenly found a channel to release.

"Damian! Waaa..." She plunged into his arms, hugging his waist tightly, unwilling to let go.

She had been truly terrified moments ago. If Damian hadn’t arrived, she really didn’t know how she would face what was to come.

Luckily, he came, he came!

Damian Sinclair looked down at the crying woman in his arms, helped adjust her clothes, and prepared to pull her out of the embrace.

But Bonnie clung tightly to his waist, her body trembling from fear, yet she wouldn’t loosen her grip.

"Da... Damian, I’m scared, don’t... don’t push me away." Bonnie, with her eyes closed, tightened her arms around his waist.

Looking at her like this, Damian Sinclair felt helpless yet pained, even nostalgic for her clinginess.

"Be good, I’ll take you out."

"Hm?" Bonnie was evidently slow to react, not quite comprehending, but hearing his deliberately softened voice, her tightly clasped hands finally relaxed a bit.

Damian Sinclair pried her hands away, bent down, and picked her up horizontally, ignoring President Lloyd lying motionlessly on the ground and the security personnel who rushed in, holding the trembling woman in his arms as he strode out of the room.

The nearby waiter and security were aghast at the Evil Qi on his face, not daring to step forward. Even the woman he held; they could only see her trembling body and couldn’t see the face he protected so well.

"Boss!" Both the assistant and Sharon Cheney arrived by elevator, and seeing the terrifying expression on Damian Sinclair’s face, they didn’t dare to approach rashly.

"Dispose of the trash in the room," Damian Sinclair instructed expressionlessly, then walked into the elevator with Bonnie.