Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 216 - 215: Sweetness (Part 2)
Damian reached out his left hand and gently tapped her forehead, "Eat well."
Bella Acker protected her forehead, pouting and looking at him, accusing with her eyes.
You bad guy, it hurts so much!
Damian sighed, "The noodles are too thick and don’t taste good."
"Whatever you make is delicious," Bella Acker flattered him without reservation, trying her best to open her round eyes, looking especially sincere.
A quick hint of amusement flashed in Damian’s eyes, "Take a shower after eating, aren’t you filming tomorrow?"
As soon as work was mentioned, Bella Acker pouted, "Yes."
Seeing her puppy-like aggrieved expression, Damian raised an eyebrow, "What’s wrong? Don’t want to film anymore? Or did you get wronged at the set?"
"Neither," Bella Acker shook her head, "I want to film, and I wasn’t wronged, it’s just that I hate being apart from you. Damian, you should turn into a tiny character from a fantasy novel, then I can carry you with me every day."
Damian was amused and exasperated, what exactly is this little dummy thinking about every day in her head.
"If you don’t want to be apart from me, then don’t go filming."
"No way!" Bella Acker refused instantly without even thinking.
Damian was originally just joking with her, but her crisp refusal instead raised his eyebrows.
Bella Acker felt a bit embarrassed seeing his reaction, lowered her head, playing with her fingers, "I need to make money too. Just in case... just in case you go bankrupt one day, I can take care of you."
"What?" Damian thought he heard it wrong. He goes bankrupt, and she takes care of him?
Bella Acker looked up, staring at him justifiably, "Anything can happen, I have to be prepared. And... and if I have no skills, your parents wouldn’t like me and wouldn’t agree to our marriage."
"Marriage?" Damian’s heart tightened, he caught the keyword in her words, his gaze intense as he looked at her, "Acker the Puppy, if I heard correctly, you want to marry me?"
"Yes... yes," Bella Acker clenched the hem of her dress, seriously saying, "I know I’m not qualified to be your... your wife yet, but... but I will work hard!"
Her gaze was firm, clearly not just empty words. She was serious about wanting to catch up with him, making herself better, worthy of him.
Seeing her bright and determined eyes, Damian suddenly felt touched, a flood of affection overwhelmed his heart.
He stood up, leaning over the dining table, reached out to tilt her chin, and whispered, "Whether someone is qualified to be my wife is up to me. As long as I say you are, then you are!"
"Really?"
"Yes." Damian agreed lowly, his fingertips gently caressing her small chin.
"Damian, do you think I’m qualified now?" Bella Acker blinked twice, looking at him expectantly. Her big round eyes held a hint of mischief, clearly she already knew the answer, yet she wanted to hear him say it again.
Seeing the expectation in her eyes, Damian withdrew his hand and sat back in the chair.
Bella Acker immediately moved from the other side of the table to his side, crouched down and hugged his arm, looking up at him, pouting and acting coquettish, "Damian, tell me, am I qualified? Let me tell you a secret, if you say I’m qualified, I’ll be very happy. When I’m happy, maybe someone will get a reward."
