Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife

Chapter 311 - 310: The Rough Kiss

Archer Quinn left the cafe and walked alone on the street.

The streetlights shone through the branches and leaves onto the road, casting a mottled shadow, just like his current mood.

He finally met a girl who stirred his heart, but she already had someone else in her heart.

Is this a joke played by fate?

Archer Quinn chuckled self-mockingly, suddenly feeling a bit empty inside, wanting to fill it with something.

"Let’s have a drink," he whispered, hailed a taxi, and said after getting in, "Take me to the nearest bar."

Meanwhile, Bella Acker hung up the phone, hesitating for a moment as she said, "Damian, I’m leaving now."

Damian Sinclair reached back for the Wintergreen Flower from the back seat and took out a gift box from his pocket, tossing them into her lap, saying, "Take your things with you."

Bella Acker caught the Wintergreen Flower and the gift box, her body stiffening as she turned to look at him in astonishment, "Damian, you..."

"I never accept other people’s things." Damian’s gaze remained fixed forward, his harsh profile radiating an unapproachable aloofness.

To him, she was no longer someone close, but just another stranger.

Bella Acker felt her heart sting, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes.

She lowered her head as she opened the car door and got out, then gently placed the Wintergreen Flower and the gift box on the passenger seat, softly saying, "This was a birthday gift for you; if you don’t like it, you can throw it away. I’m leaving now, thank you for bringing me back, goodbye. No, we probably won’t see each other again."

Bella Acker nodded slightly, quickly turning and walking toward the entrance of the welfare home.

At the moment she turned, the tears she had been holding back finally escaped uncontrollably.

Tears rolled down her cheeks to her chin as she bit her lip tightly, keeping herself from crying out loud.

She mustn’t cry! At least, let him not hear her cry!

For this departure, she wanted to appear as dignified as possible!

Damian Sinclair gripped the steering wheel tightly, his gaze icy and agitated as he glared at the Wintergreen Flower and gift box on the passenger seat.

If his gaze could destroy things, surely it would have already torn these items to shreds.

"Damn it!" Damian suddenly raised his hand and punched the steering wheel hard.

With a grim face, he gritted his teeth, opened the car door, and strode after Bella Acker.

With his long arms and legs, he quickly caught up to her and roughly grabbed her arm, turning her body and kissing her aggressively.

Bella Acker’s eyes widened in shock, even her tears seemingly scared back.

Like a madman, Damian fiercely bit at her lips.

Soon, a metallic taste spread between their lips and teeth, but he showed no sign of stopping, instead becoming increasingly impatient and rough.

"Ouch." Bella Acker’s lip split, and the sharp pain made her gasp involuntarily.

Yet she remained on tiptoe, tilting her head up, allowing him to take from her, reluctant to push back.

Hearing her gasp of pain, the nearly irrational Damian finally paused.

"Damian..." Bella Acker looked up at him, tears in her eyes.

Damian suddenly pushed her away, turned, and walked back swiftly, driving away without saying a word.