Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 90 - 89: Her Specialness

Faced with Bella Acker’s hopeful look for approval, Chelsea Quinn nodded with a smile, "Mm, it’s really delicious."

"Isn’t it? I told you it’s really tasty." Bella Acker continued contentedly eating the fried squid skewer in her hand.

Watching her satisfied expression, Archer Quinn couldn’t help but deepen his smile.

He wasn’t particularly passionate about eating, having tasted many delicious dishes that were visually appealing and aromatic. The taste of this fried squid, rather than being delicious to him, was more special.

It was his first time tasting such a flavor, first time eating at a street stall, first time sitting on a park bench by the roadside to eat, and there was a woman next to him whom he wasn’t very familiar with.

Reflecting on this, Archer Quinn felt a bit strange himself.

"Senior Quinn, I’ve already finished two skewers, and you haven’t finished even one. Don’t just watch me eat, hurry up and eat too," Bella Acker said. "There are six skewers in total, perfectly three for each of us."

"I’m on a diet; I can’t eat that much. You can have the rest."

"Huh? Senior Quinn, you’re not even overweight, why are you dieting?"

"For the role’s sake, there’s no other way." Archer Quinn shrugged with feigned helplessness.

"Alright, if it’s for work, then there’s no choice." Bella Acker nodded, pretending to be regretful, "Then I will graciously help Senior Quinn eat all of them!"

Archer Quinn rarely teased, "Actually, you’re quite happy to eat them all, right?"

"Hehe." Bella Acker cutely stuck out her little tongue and delightedly continued eating the squid skewer.

Archer Quinn’s eyes also filled with laughter, watching her eating so heartily, he couldn’t help but pick up his squid skewer and take another bite.

It was evidently the same taste as earlier, but why did it now seem even tastier? Is it true that sharing a meal with someone who’s enjoying it improves your own appetite?

After the fried squid, there was takoyaki.

"Senior Quinn, you need to diet, what about these two boxes of takoyaki?" Bella Acker was a bit troubled, "These are a bit greasy, and I definitely can’t finish two boxes by myself."

Seeing her genuinely troubled, Archer Quinn thought for a moment, then said, "You eat first, and anything left over I’ll take care of."

"Isn’t that not good?" Bella Acker said, "Feels like you’re eating my leftovers."

"What are you thinking?" Archer Quinn softly tapped her forehead, "We’re following the principle of not wasting food. Also, you have oil here on your face."

"Here?" Bella Acker wiped her face twice with a tissue. "Senior Quinn, did I wipe it off?"

"No, move a bit more to the left."

"How about now?" Bella Acker wiped again twice, but still didn’t get it off.

"Silly, it’s here." Archer Quinn couldn’t stand it anymore, reached out his finger, and helped wipe off the oil on her face.

His finger was slightly cool, and the sudden touch made Bella Acker shiver.

She looked up in surprise, and their eyes met.

It was as if the world quieted for a moment, all other sounds became distant, leaving only the heartbeat pounding like a drum.

"Jo... Senior Quinn, chili oil is really dirty. I can do it myself." Bella Acker hurriedly looked away, then randomly wiped her face with a tissue again.

Archer Quinn’s eyes flickered, and he casually pulled her hand down, smiling, "If you wipe it so randomly, you’ll end up wiping off your makeup."