Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 81 - 80: Damian?

The medicated oil had been pre-warmed, so when applied to the forehead, it didn’t feel cold.

Bella Acker snuggled closer and rubbed against Damian Sinclair’s palm like a coquettish kitten.

The expression on Damian Sinclair’s face completely softened as he gently massaged her bruised area, helping the medicine penetrate better.

After finishing this task, he got out of bed, changed clothes, and then lay back down, pulling her into his arms to take an afternoon nap together.

When Bella Acker woke up, the other side of the bed was already empty. Although a lot had happened after she got drunk at noon and she managed to respond properly at the time, now, thinking back, her mind was completely blank, only occasionally recalling certain things.

And the thought of these things made her blush and her heart race.

Bella Acker rubbed her burning cheeks and, feeling a bit embarrassed, pinched herself twice, muttering softly, "Serves you right for succumbing to the allure and losing yourself after drinking! Serves you right for succumbing to the allure and losing yourself after drinking!"

What should she do now?

They had clearly broken up, and Damian’s love interest had already returned home, yet this had happened between them. How was she supposed to face him?

Bella Acker pulled the quilt over her head, pondered for a long time, and still couldn’t figure out how to face Damian Sinclair.

"Forget it, whatever!" Bella Acker couldn’t think of a good solution, so she vigorously messed up her hair, threw caution to the wind, and angrily comforted herself, "Let’s just pretend I hired a gigolo!"

Such self-comfort was better than nothing.

Bella Acker quickly got up and dressed, muttering to herself, "No, I have to show my attitude."

She searched through all her pockets and found only a little over three hundred sixty yuan, finally, she painfully parted with three hundred yuan on the bedside table, "Damian is so smart, he’ll definitely understand what this three hundred yuan means, and he will definitely be angry. I’d better leave quickly. Ah, I wonder if sixty-eight yuan is enough to get a ride to the filming base. Ah, forget it."

After placing the money, Bella Acker opened the door and stealthily looked around. After confirming no one was there, she immediately slipped away.

Damian Sinclair returned from outside, followed by an assistant carrying takeout boxes.

To avoid suspicion, the assistant didn’t walk to the side with the bed but merely placed the takeout boxes on the table and set up the dishes, ready to leave, when they saw their boss holding three hundred yuan, striding out of the room, looking incredibly intimidating.

"Boss, Ms. Acker..."

It looked like Ms. Acker had left. The assistant was now unsure whether they should go fetch her back, given their boss’s expression.

Damian Sinclair clutched the three hundred yuan, feeling so angry he wished he could grab that wretched woman right now and give her a good lesson.

She ran off just like that, leaving three hundred yuan behind? Did she think of him as a gigolo?

Seeing the terrifying look on his face, the assistant dared not ask anything further and kept their head down.

"Go to the ’Brocade River and Mountain’ crew and tell Ms. Acker that I’ve accepted her three hundred yuan and hope she’ll come back for business again!" Damian Sinclair spoke through gritted teeth.

"Huh?" The assistant didn’t react at first, until meeting Damian Sinclair’s glaring eyes, then they suddenly understood and bowed their head, "Okay... okay, I’ll go find Ms. Acker right away." Having said that, they promptly turned and left. Once outside the room, the assistant let out a sigh of relief.

Ms. Acker actually treated the boss like a gigolo and even left him three hundred yuan?!!!

Amazing, dear sister!