Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife

Chapter 518 - 517: He Wants to Prove It

Bella Acker held onto Damian Sinclair’s hand, somewhat annoyed, wondering if the people outside would ever stop.

Thinking of this, she actually spoke up, "Aren’t you done yet?"

The two people causing a ruckus outside probably didn’t expect anyone to be in the bathhouse. Instantly, there was silence, followed shortly by the sound of hurried footsteps leaving the place.

Bella Acker finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned back, and pushed Damian Sinclair away, deliberately putting on a stern face, "Mr. Sinclair, please have some self-respect!"

Damian Sinclair frowned, "Why push me away?"

"That’s something done when feelings are deep between two people. Between us..." Bella Acker turned her head, avoiding Damian Sinclair’s gaze, and continued, "There isn’t that kind of feeling between us right now."

Upon hearing this, Damian Sinclair’s face darkened slightly, "You’re that eager to push me away and draw a line between us?"

"Yes." Bella Acker clenched her fist, the piercing pain in her palm helping her barely maintain her composure.

"Fine! Fine! Fine!" Damian Sinclair said "fine" three times in a row, his tone growing colder each time, until he was practically gritting his teeth, "Bella Acker, remember what you said today!"

With that, without waiting for Bella Acker’s response, he swept the curtain aside and strode out.

Bella Acker listened to the sound of his departing footsteps, leaned against the partition wall beside her, and slid wearily to the ground.

How could he be such a bastard!

She had already made up her mind to truly forget him, so why did he have to show up again?

Bella Acker wrapped her arms around herself helplessly, feeling more upset and wronged the more she thought about it.

"Tap! Tap!" New footsteps echoed in the bathhouse. Bella Acker was startled, quickly stood up, wiped away her tears, reached for her clothes, and began getting dressed.

She initially thought it was just someone coming to bathe, but unexpectedly, the footsteps once again stopped outside her partition.

Seeing those familiar black leather shoes, Bella Acker knew immediately who had returned.

She sulkily complained, "Didn’t you leave?"

"Put your clothes on," Damian Sinclair said in a deep voice from outside.

Bella Acker didn’t know what he wanted this time, but still, she quickly put on her clothes before pulling the curtain aside, "Damian Sinclair, this is the women’s bath..."

Before she could finish, Damian Sinclair grabbed her wrist and pulled her outside.

Bella Acker stumbled, took a moment to react, "Damian Sinclair, what are you doing?!"

Without answering, Damian Sinclair continued pulling her forward. Not until they reached the bathhouse entrance did Bella Acker notice five or six people gathered there—on-duty doctors and nurses, and even patients’ family members.

Bella Acker tugged on Damian Sinclair’s hand, whispering, "Damian, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Damian Sinclair didn’t release her wrist, and with a blank expression, addressed the five or six people gathered at the bathhouse entrance, "I would like to ask you all to witness this: she is my woman!"

"Huh?" Bella Acker’s eyes widened instantly upon hearing this. Realizing what he said, her face flushed crimson, and she quickly waved at the people at the door, saying, "Sorry, sorry, he’s drunk, I’ll take him away now."

"Who’s drunk?" Damian Sinclair turned his head to look at her, articulating each word, "I am completely sober."

"If you were truly sober, you wouldn’t respond to me this way." Bella Acker said helplessly, "Come on, I’ll take you back to the room to lie down."

"I’m not finished with what I set out to do!" As Damian Sinclair spoke, he suddenly cupped her face and kissed her lips.