Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 122 - 121: Asking Anyone But Him—Angry

First, he has his assistant deliver meals every day, and now he’s extending an olive branch, showing an interest in signing up Bella Acker, a rookie. It’s as suspicious as it gets.

Sharon looked at Bella Acker, inquiring with her eyes, isn’t he holding a murderous grudge against you?

Bella Acker was puzzled too, but she always had a mental resistance against President Lloyd. After considering for a moment, she said, "Thank you for your offer, President Lloyd, but I currently have no plans to sign with a company. I’d like to wait until ’Brocade River and Mountain’ finishes filming before considering."

"Seeing such an outstanding actress as Ms. Acker, it’s hard to resist the urge to collaborate. I was being hasty."

Bella Acker pulled the corner of her mouth, not engaging in the conversation. The two sides chatted a bit more before leaving the teahouse and returning to their respective hotels.

In Creston, Damian Sinclair put down the documents he was handling and stared at the unfamiliar number forwarded by President Lloyd, emitting such a cold aura that the vast office could have frozen into an ice cave.

He thought Bella Acker had already changed her phone number, but personally confirming this matter was another kind of feeling.

She actually went to ask that Fatty Lloyd, rather than coming to me!

"Boss?!" Special Assistant Lawson walked in, seeing his boss’s face so dark it could scare someone to death, and jumped back in fright, thinking he’d come in at the worst time.

Damian Sinclair expressionlessly put down the phone, "What is it?"

"Ms. Bea is here, waiting for you in the tea room."

"Got it." Damian Sinclair put the phone in his pants pocket, put on the jacket hanging beside him, and walked out, "Tidy up, and you all can go off work."

"Understood." After sending off the icy boss, Special Assistant Lawson finally breathed a sigh of relief, mumbling, "Who on earth dares provoke the Boss? I was nearly scared to death just now."

As Damian Sinclair walked out of the president’s office, several secretaries and assistants stood up, "President Sinclair."

Damian Sinclair nodded to them and strode to the tea room.

Bea cradled a cup of flower tea, and when she saw him push open the glass door and enter, she remained curled up on the sofa, complaining, "Bro, I’m starving to death. Why are you off work so late?"

"There were some matters to attend to." Damian Sinclair took the teacup from her hand and said, "What do you want for dinner?"

Bea happily stood up, "I want your fried rice."

Without even looking at her, Damian Sinclair turned to put the teacup on the tea table and said, "The fried rice at West Garden is pretty good. If you want, I’ll have my assistant book us a spot."

"I said I want your fried rice, not at the West Garden cooked by a chef." Bea pouted.

"I’m not in the mood." Damian Sinclair raised an eyebrow at her, "What do you really want to eat? If you don’t say, I’m heading back."

"Japanese food, then." Bea compromised, changing the subject, "Bro, aren’t you moving back to the villa? It’s so lonely living there alone."

"Didn’t you just bring your boyfriend back last night?" Damian Sinclair glared at her sideways.

Bea stuck out her tongue, "How can a boyfriend compare to you, right?"

Finally, a faint smile appeared in Damian Sinclair’s eyes, "Don’t just focus on having fun. You’ve been back for so long and haven’t visited the old house to see Mom, Dad, and Grandpa. They’ve already called me to complain."

"No way." Bea huffed, "If I go back now, Grandpa and Mom and Dad will certainly push me to start working at the company early. I just returned to the country and haven’t played enough yet, so I don’t want to go. By the way, Bro, I heard you went to a filming site in a county a few days ago? What were you doing there?"