Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife Chapter 14 - 13: Men in Suits Are the Most Irresistible

"They say n in suits are the most abstinent, and it’s true." Sandra Woods continued to gush.

Bella Acker pouted upon hearing this, thinking, How is he abstinent? In bed, he’s obviously a fierce and wild beast.

Thinking of certain images she shouldn’t, Bella Acker’s face suddenly began to feel hot.

Sandra turned around and noticed, a bit puzzled, "Bella, why’s your face so red? Could it be that you’re thinking about that handso guy earlier?"

"No way." Bella Acker imdiately pushed the inappropriate images out of her mind, and righteously accused, "Shannon, you’re too lascivious."

She was just swooning over a handso guy and casually asked a question, how did she end up being labeled as too lascivious?

Sandra felt she was really being wronged, but considering Bella’s recent failed audition, she decided to let it slide with generosity.

After they went out, they took a cab directly to the hot pot restaurant. Upon reaching the restaurant, and seeing the array of chili peppers, Bella Acker suddenly rembered that she was pregnant and really shouldn’t eat recklessly.

Sandra saw her frozen at the door and gave her a tug, "What are you doing standing there? There’s a spot available, let’s go."

Bella Acker looked at her with a pained expression, "Shannon, my stomach hurts."

"Huh? Why does your stomach hurt all of a sudden? Did you bring any stomach dicine with you?" Sandra asked anxiously.

"It’s nothing, it’ll be fine in a bit." Bella Acker said, "But I might not be able to join you for hot pot."

"Your stomach hurts and you’re still thinking about hot pot? There’s no pharmacy nearby, are you sure you’re alright?"

Seeing Sandra genuinely worried, Bella Acker felt a bit guilty and waved her hand imdiately, "It’s fine, really, I’m used to the pain. It’s just that I’m sorry you didn’t get to eat hot pot either."

"We can have hot pot anyti we want." Sandra said, "So what should we do now? Head back ho?"

"Seems like it." Bella Acker sighed, standing at the entrance to the hot pot restaurant, catching the scent that made her mouth water, "Let’s exchange numbers and plan to et up again another ti."

Sandra nodded, "Alright. My number is 136xxxxx6299."

Bella Acker took out her phone and noted it down, then dialed Sandra’s number.

After they saved each other’s numbers, they each took a cab and left.

When Bella Acker returned to the villa, it was already getting dark,

The housekeeper saw her return, smiling, and asked, "Ms. Acker, have you eaten outside? I can start preparing sothing for you now."

"Thank you, Mrs. Jennings, but I’m not really hungry, so don’t bother, just rest early," Bella Acker shook her head, slumping her shoulders as she headed upstairs.

"Ms. Acker, just let know if you feel like eating, and I’ll make sothing for you," Mrs. Jennings said with concern, watching her make her way upstairs. Ms. Acker had always been so cheerful and lively, what’s happened now? She seed so downcast and spiritless. And there’s a baby in her belly; she needs to eat.

As Mrs. Jennings was thinking about it, she planned to head to the kitchen to scoop a bowl of the chicken soup that had been simring all afternoon. Just as she turned around, she spotted Damian striding in.

"Mr. Sinclair."

"Has Bella co back?" Damian Sinclair shrugged off his coat and handed it to the housekeeper who had co up to him.

"Ms. Acker just got back," Mrs. Jennings hesitated for a mont, then said, "But, she seems to be in a bad mood for so reason. She didn’t even feel like eating. I was just about to go to the kitchen to get her a bowl of chicken soup."

Damian Sinclair loosened the tie around his neck and handed it to the housekeeper as well, then said, "Go ahead and get it, I’ll bring it up."