Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife

Chapter 329 - 328: Taking Care

Damian Sinclair stood still, waiting for her to touch his forehead.

His facial features were rugged and well-defined, but at this moment his fever-reddened cheeks and eyes took on a somewhat pitiful expression.

Bella Acker withdrew her hand, "Damian, do you know you’re having a fever?"

"Just a minor cold." Damian Sinclair felt that except for being a bit hot, he didn’t feel any other discomfort.

Bella Acker was speechless, "Your forehead is so hot, it must be at least 38 degrees." Saying that, she stepped into the house.

Damian Sinclair touched his own forehead, feeling the temperature was quite normal.

Bella Acker came out from the house with a thermometer, fever patch, and medicine, first handing the thermometer to Damian Sinclair, "Hold this in your mouth first, take it out in a while."

Damian Sinclair frowned at the thermometer offered, unable to open his mouth to hold it.

Bella Acker raised an eyebrow, "Don’t forget the excessive things you said to me, do you still want my forgiveness?"

Damian Sinclair glanced at her, and reluctantly put the thermometer in his mouth.

Over there, the workers had already moved everything into the house and arranged it. Special Assistant Lawson came over and said, "Boss, everything is set. Is there anything else?"

Damian Sinclair turned his head to look at him, still with the thermometer in his mouth.

Special Assistant Lawson was stunned, but quickly returned to normal, "Then I’ll head back to the company, Boss should rest well today, I’ll instruct everyone on the work."

Bella Acker said, "Special Assistant Lawson, thank you."

"No need, Ms. Acker, you’re too polite." Special Assistant Lawson shook his head with a smile, "I’ll be off then, goodbye Ms. Acker." After saying that, he left briskly, though his steps didn’t seem as steady as when he came.

Special Assistant Lawson quickly walked out the door, immediately took out his phone and sent a message in the presidential secretary assistant group, "Big news, turns out the Boss is just an ordinary person who catches colds! My goodness, I actually saw the Boss with a thermometer in his mouth, I could die without regret."

The message instantly exploded in the small group!

Secretary A: "Really? I always thought Boss was a robot!"

Secretary B: "I also always deeply suspected President Sinclair wasn’t human. Now that I know he’s human, I’m relieved. Otherwise, I always felt like I was unwittingly doing something to destroy humanity."

Secretary C: "Special Assistant Lawson, asking for photos! Asking for photos! Asking for photos!"

Special Assistant Lawson: "How could there be photos, what are you thinking. Work well, Boss won’t be at the company today."

Secretary A, B, C: "Oh, without seeing the stunning Boss, work lacks passion."

Special Assistant Lawson: "What about me? What do I count as in your eyes?"

Secretary A, B, C: "Barely considered not too obviously ugly. Oh, I wish Boss would come to work."

Special Assistant Lawson was speechless, too lazy to pay attention to the group chat, when putting the phone away, he unexpectedly glanced back at the yard, just in time to see Bella Acker tear open a fever patch and stick it on Damian Sinclair’s forehead.

Special Assistant Lawson shook his head, "Ah, when the Boss and Ms. Acker are at odds, he carries himself like he’s bearing an iceberg, freezing anyone even from thousands of miles away. It’s better now, it might even reduce his work stress. Shouldn’t the affairs of foreign branches be handed over to the general managers to handle?"

Special Assistant Lawson left with the workers, the yard returned to tranquility.

Bella Acker applied the fever patch to Damian Sinclair.