Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife Chapter 260 - 259: The Exposed Photo

The workload tonight was quite heavy, and we only finished filming after three in the morning, everyone was exhausted when we wrapped up.

Bella Acker was extrely tired, even the thought of delicious food couldn’t revive her spirit.

In the end, they didn’t go to enjoy the good food they had originally planned, and everyone left the set to return to their hotels for rest.

Bella Acker rushed back from Creston straight to the set for filming, didn’t even have ti to rest, and was almost completely worn out.

Back in her hotel room, she lay on the bed like a corpse, didn’t even wash and fell asleep directly.

"Bella, if you sleep like this you’ll feel uncomfortable in the morning, take off your jacket first," Sharon Cheney said, while adjusting the room’s air conditioning two degrees higher with the remote control.

"Oh," Bella Acker responded lazily, then rolled on the bed to take off her jacket and slipped into the covers.

Sharon Cheney knew she was tired today, so she didn’t call her again, and after washing up herself, she turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Through a daze, Bella Acker opened her eyes to glance at the phone placed on the bedside table, she should call Damian Sinclair again, but she was just too sleepy, she’d do it when she wakes up tomorrow morning.

With that thought, Bella Acker completely fell into dreamland.

The alarm went off at seven o’clock the next morning.

Even if she started sleeping from four in the morning, at most, she only slept for three hours.

"Ah!!!" Bella Acker shouted muffled into the blanket, peeking her head out while holding onto the corner, "I miss the days when I could sleep in."

Sharon Cheney chuckled, "Get up and wash your face with cold water, it’ll wake you up."

"Ugh." Bella Acker let out a heavy sigh, before lingering in bed for a few more seconds then suddenly sat up, "Get up! Get up! Have to make money!"

"Oh, right." Sharon Cheney, holding a towel, turned back from the bathroom and ntioned, "Your phone kept flashing just now, you might have so calls."

Bella’s phone was a refurbished one from a street vendor, and not long after purchase both the ringing and vibrating functions started malfunctioning, especially the vibration, often didn’t work at all.

"Who would call so early?" Bella Acker muttered, reached out and picked up her phone on the bedside table, indeed there were many missed calls.

One from Sandra Woods, a few from Archer Quinn, one from President Lloyd, and the remaining five missed calls were all from Damian Sinclair.

The latest missed call was two minutes ago, indeed from Damian Sinclair’s number.

"Why is Damian calling so early?" Bella Acker frowned, while dialing back as she pushed off her blanket to get out of bed.

The call connected after two rings, Damian Sinclair’s voice ca from the other end, "Bella, you really are sothing!"

"What do you an?" Bella Acker, lacking sleep, had a foggy mind, suddenly hearing him speak in a tone laced with restrained anger, she couldn’t quite grasp the situation.

"Do you still want to continue acting in front of ?" Despite the anger surging through his chest, Damian Sinclair’s cold snicker was evident, "Bella, I honestly never thought you’d be such a manipulative woman. Do you feel pleased playing like a toy?"

"Damian, what are you talking about? I don’t understand at all." Bella Acker frowned.

"Keep pretending!" Damian Sinclair, clutching the photo in his hand, flung it onto the coffee table with a smack, "Bella, does walking between two n make you feel satisfied and proud?"