Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 130 - 129: Not Here

Bella Acker was trapped between his chest and the door, with nowhere to retreat, nowhere to avoid.

And his kiss was domineering and fierce, carrying a strong attack and plunder. Within moments, Bella Acker couldn’t withstand it, her knees went weak, her whole body unsteady, sliding downward.

Damian Sinclair’s long arm wrapped around her, holding her slender waist tightly into his embrace, pressing against his chest.

Her waist seemed even slimmer than before. Was it possible she hadn’t eaten well while filming? Her face had also lost weight, her chin sharper, making her eyes seem even bigger and rounder.

How was Fatty Lloyd taking care of her? Couldn’t even deliver meals properly?

"Da... Damian, sto... stop for a moment..." Bella Acker finally caught a break, reached out and pushed him away forcefully.

But her strength to Damian Sinclair was definitely negligible.

Damian Sinclair noticed she had some difficulty breathing, slightly pulled back his head a bit, but didn’t let go of her, instead rested his forehead against hers, their noses almost touching.

Bella Acker’s eyes were misty from the kiss, her eye corners reddened. She placed her palm lightly against Damian Sinclair’s chest, whispering, "There are so many people outside, you... you shouldn’t be here..."

"Not here? So elsewhere is okay?" Damian Sinclair slightly raised his brow.

"No... no... that’s not what I meant..." Bella Acker’s cheeks were already flushed, now turning even redder, "We can’t... can’t..."

"Can’t what?" Damian Sinclair knew she was shy, yet deliberately teasing her.

"Can’t... can’t..." Bella Acker’s face was already red enough to bleed, such shameful words, how could she say them out loud.

"If you don’t say it, I’ll just do it." Damian Sinclair said, purposely giving her waist a gentle pinch.

"Ah!" Her waist was Bella Acker’s ticklish spot, being pinched, she instinctively cried out. Suddenly realizing they were in his company’s tearoom, she immediately covered her mouth, glaring at him accusingly.

Damian Sinclair looked at her too, suddenly whispering, "Ms. Acker, this was your own teasing invitation." Saying this, he took out his phone from his pocket and called Special Assistant Lawson.

The call connected, and Damian Sinclair said only two words, "Off work."

Bella Acker watched him finish speaking and hang up, casually throwing the phone onto the nearby sofa, her mind a bit muddled, not quite understanding what he just meant.

"Are you... are you leaving work now? Then... then I’ll come... come find you tomorrow." Bella Acker said, slightly struggling, wanting to escape.

"Ms. Acker, the smartest thing to do at times like this is to stand still." Damian Sinclair pinched her delicate chin, speaking in a deep voice, "Because moving easily ignites a fire."

Bella Acker noticed that the thing that had become somewhat soft earlier was now hard as iron against her, her face already red enough to bleed, "I... I didn’t mean to..."

Before she could finish speaking, Damian Sinclair lowered his head and kissed her again.

Special Assistant Lawson put away his phone, and said to the executives in the video conference, "Please wait a moment, the Boss will be back soon."

With that, not paying attention to the confused executives, he walked out of the office to the secretaries and assistants, saying, "You can leave work now."

"Special Assistant Lawson, are we leaving early today? Did the Boss say so?"

"Less talk, more work, go home now." After rushing everyone away, Special Assistant Lawson leisurely entered the elevator.

In the tearoom, Bella Acker was suddenly lifted and pressed onto the bar.