Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 142 - 141: How Do You Want to Get Even

Seeing her playful yet aggrieved little expression, Damian Sinclair was amused and exasperated, "Alright, I bullied you, so how do you want to get back at me?"

Bella Acker wrinkled her nose and threw him a look, "How about I give you a beating?"

"Would you really?"

"Why wouldn’t I? I’ll beat you to death! You deserve it!" Bella Acker intentionally waved her fist.

A faint smile crossed Damian Sinclair’s eyes as he reached out to hail a taxi, "Where is Elaine Vaughn’s studio?"

"Westriver Road."

The two got into the car, and Bella Acker gave the driver an address, and the car started moving.

Bella Acker said, "When we get to Ms. Flynn’s studio, don’t get out of the car, okay? I’ll just go in by myself."

"Why?" Damian Sinclair turned his head to look at her, "Can’t I be seen?"

"No...it’s not that." Bella Acker noticed he was a bit unhappy and had to explain, "What if Ms. Cheney and Ms. Flynn see you, how am I supposed to explain?"

They weren’t in any kind of relationship right now, so if Ms. Cheney or Ms. Flynn asked about them, what was she supposed to say? Friends with benefits?

Thinking of that, Bella Acker felt embarrassed herself.

"What needs to be explained to them?" Damian Sinclair raised an eyebrow.

Of course, she thought, to explain who you are to me. Bella pursed her lips, the words at the tip of her tongue refused to come out.

The two stopped talking, and the initially good atmosphere turned a bit awkward.

The car drove on, and upon arriving at Westriver Road, Bella Acker saw the gates of Ms. Flynn’s studio.

"Mister, I’ll get off here." The car stopped, Bella Acker took out money to pay the fare, and continued, "Mister, please take him home, thank you."

Damian Sinclair’s expression was slightly sour, a chill emanating from him.

Bella Acker spoke to the driver, completely avoiding looking at him, "Damian, um...about Ms. Flynn’s things..."

Before her hesitant words were complete, Damian Sinclair had already opened the car door himself and strode towards Elaine Vaughn’s studio.

"Hey!" Bella Acker was stunned, hurriedly got off the car and ran after him.

"Miss, your change!" The taxi driver called after her.

Bella Acker had no choice but to come back to take the change, "Thank you, sir." With that, she jogged after him.

Damian Sinclair, with his long legs, quickly walked into the studio.

Sharon Cheney and Elaine Vaughn, hearing the noise, thought Bella Acker had returned. Just as they got up to greet her, they saw Damian Sinclair, both stunned, "Mr. Sinclair?"

"Da...Damian, don’t..." Bella Acker rushed in after him, seeing Ms. Cheney and Ms. Flynn, she stopped, her face turning red with embarrassment, not knowing how to explain.

Sharon Cheney and Elaine Vaughn were also a bit awkward, but Damian Sinclair remained calm, walked up and placed the food box he was carrying on the coffee table, "Bella bought you dinner."

Huh? So the takeaway he packed was specifically for Ms. Cheney and Ms. Flynn?

Of course, Ms. Cheney and Ms. Flynn must have been worried about her and probably didn’t have the mind to eat, otherwise they wouldn’t still be waiting at the studio this late.

Bella Acker mentally called herself an idiot, awkwardly pulled the corners of her mouth into a smile, "Ms. Cheney, Ms. Flynn, the food should still be warm. You should eat it before it gets cold."

"Oh, right, I’m starving." Elaine Vaughn nudged Sharon Cheney, laughing, "Bella, have you eaten? I’ll order some more takeout, and Mr. Sinclair, if you don’t mind, you can join us."