Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife

Chapter 313 - 312: Mad at Her, Even Madder at Himself

Damian Sinclair originally planned to give the downtown apartment to Bella Acker.

As for putting Bella Acker’s phone number on the blacklist, it doesn’t seem like a real decision to end the relationship; rather, it seems more like he’s being petty.

He’s mad at her, but even more so at himself!

When it comes to his feelings for her, he’s so nitpicky, so worried about gains and losses, so ungenerous, so unlike himself!

Bea talked for quite a while and realized there was no sound from the other end of the phone. She couldn’t help but ask, "Bro, are you listening to me?"

"Yeah," Damian said. "I’ll handle this matter, you don’t have to worry about it."

Bea sighed, "Alright, if you don’t want me to get involved, I won’t. But bro, I really like that silly Bella Acker. As long as it doesn’t involve you, I can still be friends with her, right?"

"That’s between you two, I won’t interfere," Damian said. "I’m driving, gotta go." With that, he hung up the phone.

Bea rolled her eyes when she heard the dial tone and called Bella Acker again.

This time, it rang for a while before Bella Acker picked up, her voice clearly hoarse from crying, "Hello, Bea."

"Hey, no way, you’ve been crying again?" Bea said helplessly. "I used to not believe that women were made of water, but after meeting you, I really have to believe it. Why do you cry so easily?"

Bella Acker sniffed, her voice thick with a nasal tone, and said softly, "I’m not crying anymore."

"Yes, yes, how impressive, Bella, you’ve learned not to cry. Do you want a little red flower as a reward?" Bea teased her.

Holding her phone, Bella Acker couldn’t help but smile through her tears and pouted, "When others see someone cry, they comfort them. Who does it like you?"

"If I wasn’t like this, would you laugh?" Bea rolled her eyes. "Where are you now?"

"I’m at the orphanage."

"Why did my brother drop you off at the orphanage instead of sending you back to the apartment this late?"

"I haven’t visited the kids here in a long time. I had planned to come see them after celebrating Damian’s birthday back in Creston," Bella Acker said, pausing for a moment. "Oh, by the way, you might not know but I grew up as an orphan right here in this orphanage."

Bea genuinely didn’t know.

"So, can an extra person stay over there?" Bea asked.

"Huh?"

"Huh what?" Bea said in a very queenly tone, "I’ve helped you so much, why can’t you let me crash for a night?"

"No, that’s not what I meant." Bella Acker explained, "You can stay, I’m just worried the conditions here aren’t great, and you might not be comfortable."

"Comfortable or not, who cares," Bea said. "When I was abroad, once I got so fed up with the hospital smell that I ran off by myself. I had no money or phone, didn’t even know where I ended up, until two patrolling cops found me and took me back to the hospital. I wasn’t scared then, why would I be now? Give me the address, I’ll cab over."

Bella Acker obediently gave her the address and then hung up.

An old caregiver at the orphanage looked at her, "Bella, what’s up?"

"It’s nothing, just a friend coming over." Bella Acker forced a smile and shook her head, "Aunt Sienna, please take care of the kids while they eat, I’m going to change the sheets and duvet cover."