Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 75 - 74: Begging for Hugs
The assistant, upon hearing the manager’s words, could immediately understand his concerns.
The assistant said, "Manager Lawson, rest assured, President Sinclair is not someone who vents his anger without reason. However, regarding the events that happened today at the restaurant, we hope they end here. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Of course, of course." The manager of The Caspian Restaurant nodded with a smile, "Rest assured, nothing happened at The Caspian today."
"That’s good." The assistant smiled, seeing that the security had escorted the unconscious President Lloyd away, and he didn’t linger any longer, he followed them into the elevator.
The manager of The Caspian Restaurant kept smiling all the way, finally breathing a sigh of relief once the guests were gone.
The server, who had been following nearby, was somewhat puzzled, "Manager, just who are these people?"
"Don’t poke your nose into things you shouldn’t know about, or you might suffer losses without realizing it." The restaurant manager wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "I wonder why such an important person suddenly came to a small place like ours and such a troublesome thing happened. I need to report this to the boss and see how we can fix our restaurant’s reputation in the important person’s eyes. By the way, none of you are allowed to speak of today’s matters outside, or else there will be consequences, understood?"
Seeing the manager’s seriousness, even if the server had some curiosity, she was now scared off. She recalled the man’s forceful kick as he opened the door, causing her to shiver. Gosh, could he be some underworld big shot?
The car stopped at the entrance of The Crestwood Hotel, and Damian Sinclair carried Bella Acker, who was sleeping like a little pig, out of the car and went straight to his temporary suite.
In the room, the heater wasn’t on, so it was a bit cold, and Bella Acker instinctively snuggled towards the warm area.
Damian Sinclair glanced at the little woman in his arms snuggling around, removed her shoes, and bent over to put her into the opened quilt.
"Cold." Bella Acker murmured in her sleep, holding onto Damian Sinclair’s arm unwilling to let go, and she even rubbed her cheek endearingly against him like a little puppy.
"Let go, I need to take off your jacket first."
Even in her drunken state, Bella Acker was being quite sensible. She obediently let go, and Damian Sinclair bent down to remove her jacket, leaving her in only her sweater.
"Cold, want a cuddle." Bella Acker, who had been obedient just a moment ago, clung onto him again, her small hands exploring around Damian Sinclair’s waist, burrowing wherever it’s warm.
Damian Sinclair held the mischievous hands at his waist, his gaze deepening, "Bella Acker, are you pretending to be drunk on purpose?"
"No way," Bella Acker replied drowsily, snuggling close to Damian Sinclair’s waist, rubbing around until she found the slightly softer belly, finally letting out a satisfied chuckle as she rested her head there, continuing her sleep.
Damian Sinclair looked down at the little woman who flirted with him only to contently continue sleeping, feeling like he wanted to grab her and spank her butt hard.
In fact, he did just that.
Damian Sinclair got on the bed, lifted the drowsy Bella Acker along with the quilt to place on his lap, threatening, "Bella Acker, you better open your eyes immediately, or I’ll show you what regret feels like."
Bella Acker kept her eyes shut, not reacting at all.
"Very well." Damian Sinclair, true to his word, flipped her over and raised a large hand that smacked heavily onto her little butt.
