Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 144 - 143: How Do You Want Me to Thank You?

Bella Acker had thin skin and couldn’t withstand Elaine’s teasing, so her cheeks immediately flushed red.

"Oh, Ms. Flynn, don’t make fun of me!" Bella quickly served beef and lamb to Ms. Flynn and Ms. Cheney, then, with her cheeks still red, picked up her bowl and buried her head in her food.

Elaine Vaughn and Sharon Cheney found her shy demeanor somewhat amusing.

Damian Sinclair put a fish ball in her bowl, "You’ve had so many snacks and now you’re burying yourself in rice; be careful you don’t get a stomach ache tonight."

"Mind your own business!" Bella pouted and glared at him, picked up the fish ball, popped it in her mouth, and chewed vigorously, imagining it was Damian she was biting.

Bad guy! Bad guy! Bad guy! I’ll bite you to death!

"Cough! Cough!" She swallowed too forcefully and ended up choking herself.

Bella coughed and fiercely pounded her chest.

"Hey, kid, slow down, no one’s going to steal your food." Sharon quickly poured a cup of warm water and handed it over.

Damian reached out to take the cup first, "Drink the water with your head up."

Bella, hearing this, raised her head, her face and neck blushing from choking, obediently took the cup, and drank the water.

Damian patted her back, and Bella gazed at him pitifully, tears still in her eyes, "It’s all your fault."

"Fault for what? For competing with you?" Damian looked at her, amused yet concerned, "Still uncomfortable?"

"Much better." Bella shook her head, smiled sheepishly at Sharon and Elaine.

Elaine teased, "You, everything about you is good, except sometimes you’re a bit clumsy."

"Oh, stop teasing her, she’s already choked so much, looks so pitiful." Sharon replied with a smile.

Bella stuck out her tongue, feigning cuteness, "Blame Ms. Flynn for buying such delicious food."

"Look at this, somehow it’s my fault now." Elaine laughed heartily, "Okay, okay, Ms. Flynn apologizes to you, let’s toast."

"I know Ms. Flynn and Ms. Cheney always look out for me."

Bella giggled and clinked glasses with the two of them, while Damian, saying nothing, watched from the side.

Undeniably, seeing Bella now making new friends and becoming more confident, he was genuinely happy for her.

The four of them finished the hot pot and the packed food Damian brought, and each drank two bottles of wine, feeling thoroughly stuffed.

After dinner, Bella first saw Damian out.

Unnoticed, a layer of white snow had already fallen outside, covering even the road with pure white.

Bella shrunk her neck from the cold, "Damian, are you taking a taxi or is your driver coming to pick you up?"

Damian pointed to the roadside, Bella followed his gaze.

The assistant stepped out and greeted them both with a slight bow.

"When did you call them?" Bella was quite surprised. She had been with Damian the whole time, hadn’t seen him call for the car.

"They’ve been following behind." Damian helped adjust her coat, saying, "Really not coming home with me?"

"No way." Bella pouted. Thinking, your home isn’t my home.

Damian pinched her cheek, "Then go inside, it’s cold out."

"Yeah, I’ll go in soon." Bella hesitated for a long time before finally speaking again, "Damian, can you help with Ms. Flynn’s studio?"

"Sure." Damian replied, "How are you going to thank me?"

He helped out a lot, indeed she should express gratitude.

Bella thought about it and realized Damian didn’t seem to lack anything, not sure what to give him as a thank you gift, so she simply asked directly, "How do you want me to thank you?"