Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife Chapter 230 - 229: Sweetness (16)

Damian raised an eyebrow, "Acker the Puppy, are you trying to negotiate with ?"

"I... I’m just fighting for my rightful interests," Bella Acker tilted her chin up, puffing her cheeks indignantly, "You smacked my bottom last ti, and it hurt for days."

Did he really hit that hard back then?

Damian squinted at her.

Bella felt a bit guilty and averted her eyes, muttering, "Okay, I admit that might be a bit exaggerated, but it really hurt, I’m not lying. Look at my pure, innocent big eyes." She gave a couple of exaggerated blinks for effect.

"Then what should the penalty be? You decide." Damian eventually gave in.

"I decide? Of course, if I decide, it’d be best not to have any penalty," Bella’s eyes darted around and saw Damian’s eyes slightly narrowing, so she sighed, "Fine! A penalty it is. If I don’t satisfy you, the penalty will be... I’ll imitate a puppy barking, and it has to be in front of the dia reporters. That’s heavy enough, right?"

"A prefix needs to be added."

"Wh...what prefix?" Bella glared at him, feeling he’ll say sothing outrageous.

But Damian didn’t continue.

Instead, Bella’s curiosity was piqued, "Tell , what prefix is it?"

Damian stubbornly stayed silent, and Bella couldn’t bear it, "Damian, tell ! Just say it, I’ll agree to whatever!"

"Then add ’Honey, I love you."

"What?" Bella thought she misheard, and when she realized, her face flushed red, "No... No way..." Asking her to confess to Damian in front of so many dia reporters, and also bark like a puppy, that’s too embarrassing.

"You just said you’d agree to anything." Damian said lightly.

Bella was mortified, "But with so many people around... I don’t think I’d be able to say it."

Damian stayed silent, just driving the car.

Bella looked at his expression, "Damian, are you mad? Okay, okay, don’t be angry. If... if I really fail, then I’ll say it."

At the traffic light, Damian slowly stopped the car, turned to look at her, "Really say it?"

Bella nodded resolutely, "Really say it."

A quick smile flashed in Damian’s eyes, and he reached out to pinch her earnest little face, saying, "Dummy, I was teasing you."

"What?" Bella was speechless, "You... you were teasing ? I thought you were mad. Damian, be honest, who taught you to be bad? Rascal! Rascal! Big rascal!" Saying this, she lunged forward to pinch his waist.

Damian chuckled, hugging her and reminding, "Our car is shaking too much, people in the car next to us are already looking over."

"Ah?" Bella paused, looked up, and indeed saw people in the next car rolling down the window slightly and sneaking glances at them.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, "Dam... Damian, let go." As she spoke, she struggled out of his embrace, sitting properly in the passenger seat, face red as she stared straight ahead, not daring to look sideways.

Seeing her like that, Damian took the chance during the countdown of five seconds at the red light, leaned slightly towards her ear and whispered, "Just now, our car was shaking so much, they must think we were doing sothing in the car."

After saying this, the red light turned green, and he retreated, driving as if nothing had happened.