Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife

Chapter 333 - 332: Undressing

The attic was so narrow that even Bea, standing at 1.7 meters, had to stoop her head, let alone Damian Sinclair, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall.

Damian Sinclair bent down to enter the room, and once inside, he could stand upright. However, the space was so cramped that a mere turn might cause him to bump into a wall.

Bella Acker opened the simple wardrobe, rummaging through it, and said, "Damian, I don’t have any pajamas here for you to wear. How about you just sleep without clothes?"

"Sleep without clothes?" Damian Sinclair raised an eyebrow, took two steps forward, approaching Bella Acker, and looked down at her, saying, "Ms. Acker, I’m feeling dizzy and sleepy, and once I fall asleep, I’ll sleep very deeply. Ms. Acker, why are you suggesting I sleep without clothes at this time?"

"Ah?" Bella Acker was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was implying, her cheeks instantly reddening, "You... you’re talking nonsense! I just thought your clothes would get wrinkled if you slept in them, that’s why I suggested you take them off. What are you thinking?"

"I’m not thinking about anything." Damian Sinclair placed a hand on the wardrobe’s shelf, trapping her between his chest and the wardrobe, looking down, "But Ms. Acker, why are you blushing?"

"I’m thin-skinned, is that not okay?" Bella Acker glared at him, "Suit yourself, I don’t care!" She said, then reached out to push him away.

Damian Sinclair seized the opportunity to grab her wrist, spun around, and pressed her onto the bed, leaning down to kiss her.

The time apart was torture for Bella Acker, and for him, it was even more excruciating.

For someone like him, with a cold and indifferent personality, if his heart was moved, it was moved for a lifetime.

When he thought his feelings were being played with, the pain inside was indescribable to others.

But he always masked his joy and anger well, so others could hardly tell.

Moreover, because of his usual authority, even if people sensed he was in a bad mood, no one dared to ask, let alone show concern.

So, in some ways, Damian Sinclair was even more pitiable than Bella Acker.

During these days apart, he dreamed every night, dreams filled with her image.

Even though he missed her to the point of madness, his pride made him deliberately sever contact with her.

Never had Damian Sinclair felt as grateful as he did now. In their relationship, even though he behaved so terribly, Bella Acker never considered giving up on him.

A birthday plan arranged with special care, the Wintergreen Flowers he scoured the city to find, and the gifts she prepared thoughtfully.

Outwardly, he appeared cold and rejecting, but once home, these things became his only solace. They lay on his bedside, as if with them still there, she hadn’t betrayed him and was still by his side.

Thinking of this, Damian Sinclair lowered his head and kissed Bella Acker’s lips, with passion and tenderness.

Perhaps it was because he had a fever, his kisses were extraordinarily hot yet surprisingly gentle.

Bella Acker initially intended to refuse, but with a slight turn of her head, she gave up.

In the end, she couldn’t bear to reject him!

Gently parting her lips, Damian Sinclair’s tongue slipped inside.

His scorching tongue swept over the sensitive areas in her mouth, sending shivers through her.

Bella Acker, tempted, chased his tongue with her own, only to be enveloped, sucked, licked, and caressed in an instant.

This kiss seemed to carry a sense of devotion and redemption, with Damian Sinclair kissing with unprecedented tenderness.