Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 238 - 237: Sweetness (24)

When it was over, Bella Acker clung to Damian Sinclair, unable to move at all.

They were both covered in sweat, slippery as they held each other, yet neither wanted to move.

After holding her for a while, Damian finally let go. "I’ll wash you up."

"No... no need, I’ll do it myself." Bella blushed with embarrassment, trying to sit up on her own.

Damian grabbed two bottles of mineral water from the car and returned, effortlessly picking her up and putting her on his lap. He teased, "Do you still have the strength to wash yourself?"

No, she didn’t.

In fact, she wished she could fall asleep immediately. But the thought of him helping her clean up made her feel too shy.

"I... I’ll do it myself..." Bella insisted, taking the water from his hand, determined to clean herself.

Damian didn’t fight her for it; he just hugged her slender waist and rested his chin on her round shoulder, watching.

Being watched by him made Bella too embarrassed to clean, and she pouted playfully, "Don’t look, turn your head away."

"Is there any part of you I haven’t touched or seen?" Damian raised an eyebrow.

"You..." When it came to being a rascal, Bella knew she was never his match.

It truly was strange.

Out in public, he was always so cold and indifferent, not sparing anyone a glance, looking so serious and distant. But when he was with her, he was a complete rogue, mischievous to the core. She couldn’t tell which side was his true self.

Seeing her blushing, tears from earlier still at the corner of her eyes, Damian finally took pity and stopped teasing her. "I’ll close my eyes." And he genuinely closed his eyes, although the arm around her waist remained firmly in place.

Bella turned to look at him, and seeing that his eyes were indeed closed, she still warned him uneasily, "Don’t open them, or I won’t talk to you."

Damian gave her waist a gentle squeeze and said, "If you keep dawdling, I’ll wash you myself."

"No!" Him being true to his words, Bella dared not hesitate any longer and quickly poured water over herself to clean up.

Even with his eyes closed, Bella still felt uneasy. After all, they were so close, they could feel each other’s breath.

Bella hastily cleaned herself, then grabbed the plastic bag that was at her feet earlier, "Damian, I’m done." She said, wriggling a bit to signal him to let go so she could get dressed.

Damian opened his eyes, not loosening his grip on her waist but instead gently biting her earlobe, "Help me wash."

"Huh?" Bella turned her head in shock, thinking she misheard.

Damian raised an eyebrow, "My hand’s injured, I can’t touch water."

"Injured? Since when?" Bella quickly took his hand from her waist, and sure enough, there was a scratch on his thumb. It wasn’t big, just a scratch, not bleeding, but a red welt was visible.

Damian turned his palm to show her, "See? Fresh wound, can’t touch raw water. You have to help me wash."

This wasn’t a real injury, he was clearly bluffing.

Bella was speechless, but seeing the scratch across his prominent knuckles, she felt a pang of sympathy, "Was it scratched by a branch when you carried me down the mountain?" Saying this, she lowered her head and gently kissed the scratch on his hand.