Chapter 868 - 867: Everyone Knows You’re My Wife (2)

Chapter 868: Chapter 867: Everyone Knows You’re My Wife (2)

Damian Sinclair said and actually went to get his phone to repost a WeChat moment with Bella Acker’s photo.

"Hey!" Bella Acker hurriedly turned over and pressed down his hand, "Are you really going to post it?!"

Damian’s expression was very serious, "Otherwise?"

Bella was powerless, "You can’t post it now."

Damian retracted his hand and wrapped his arm around her waist, asking with a smile in his eyes, "Then when can I?"

"I’ll let you know beforehand..." Seeing the smile in his eyes, Bella suddenly realized, "Damian Sinclair, you’re teasing me!"

He knew about the nature of her work and wouldn’t casually say anything without her consent.

Bella realized, only then noticing that in her moment of urgency, she had directly pounced on him.

Neither of them was wearing anything, and being pressed together like this was really too intimate.

"Let go." Bella struggled a bit, wanting to get off of him.

"Honey, you started the fire, you put it out."

Before the words were even finished, Damian flipped over and pressed Bella beneath him, initiating another round of endless soul-stirring moments.

Afterwards, Bella truly had no strength left and fell asleep immediately.

Damian had been busy recently and only took a break from work to meet Bella, and now he was satisfied, holding her as he slept.

The next morning, when Bella woke up, Ethan had already gone to school, and Sharon Cheney had to rush out in the morning due to a scheduled appearance and needed to go for makeup.

Bella got up, and no one was beside her. After washing up and going downstairs, she noticed Damian was having breakfast with Talia in the dining room.

"Morning, mummy." The lively little girl waved at her with a smile.

"Morning." Bella went forward and pressed her forehead against the girl’s to check her temperature, relieved that she wasn’t having a fever, and said, "Didn’t eat anything last night, weren’t you starving?"

"Not hungry at all." The little girl said, "Uncle warmed milk for me at night."

"When was that, why didn’t you call me?" Bella pulled out a chair to sit beside the little girl. Damian peeled a boiled egg and handed it to her, adding a small bowl of porridge.

The little girl didn’t respond but covered her mouth, glancing at Bella and then at Damian, giggling.

Bella was stunned. Was Ethan warming milk for Talia at the same time she was fooling around with Damian?

How could she face the two kids in the future?

Bella blushed, trying to act calm but failing.

Damian, seeing her embarrassment as if she wanted to dig a hole to hide, explained, "When Ethan was warming milk for Talia, I happened to come out of the guest room."

So they only knew that Damian had slept in her room last night, which was a bit better.

"Ahem!" Bella fake-coughed, gently tapped the girl’s forehead, and said, "The guest room’s blankets were damp, couldn’t sleep, so I just asked President Sinclair to sleep on the floor in my room, don’t overthink it."

"Mummy, overthink what?" The little girl blinked innocently.

Bella was speechless.

Indeed, how would a four-year-old girl know about matters between men and women, her explanation was clearly her own guilty conscience. It was making it worse.

"Nothing, let’s eat." Bella peeled the egg yolk and placed it in the girl’s hand, simultaneously giving Damian across the table a glare.

There was a smile in Damian’s eyes, "Do you have an appointment today?"

"Yes." Bella nodded, "In the afternoon, I need to record a variety show to promote ’I Will Not Be a Concubine’."

"Then I’ll take Talia to the company."