Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 212 - 211: Do You Still Want Me?

Their lips and teeth intertwined, Bella Acker’s knees were going weak from the kiss.

"Da... Damian..."

She couldn’t continue being kissed like this; she could barely breathe!

Damian Sinclair seemed to know she was about to lose her balance, and he reached out an arm to wrap around her waist, pressing her into his embrace, slightly releasing her lips, responding in a low voice, "Hmm?" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"I... I can’t breathe."

Bella Acker gazed at him with flushed cheeks, her eyes round and glimmering with the warm glow of water from the intense kiss, looking increasingly pitiful, as if silently inviting him to bully her.

Damian Sinclair felt a surge of wicked desire in his abdomen, and he suddenly lowered his head to capture her already rosy lips again.

"Ung..." Bella Acker hadn’t caught her breath yet and was kissed again, instinctively retreating slightly, only to be firmly held in place by Damian Sinclair’s domineering embrace.

Damian Sinclair wouldn’t allow her to move back even half a step, intensifying the kiss further.

This kiss was not as fierce as before; it had turned much softer and more lingering.

Bella Acker quickly surrendered to this tender kiss, tilting her head to passionately respond to him.

They kissed for quite a while, their bodies gradually heating up, even the cold wind on the balcony couldn’t cool the passion between them.

Suddenly, Damian Sinclair bent down and lifted Bella Acker horizontally, striding back to the living room.

"Ah!" Bella Acker exclaimed in shock, quickly wrapping her arms around his neck, asking softly with a blushing face, "Damian, did you drink?"

"Hmm." Damian Sinclair responded as, before Bella Acker could react, he suddenly tossed her onto the wide, soft sofa.

"Ah!" This time Bella Acker was thoroughly startled. Just now, the shadows outside on the balcony shielded her from seeing clearly, but now she noticed something was clearly off with Damian’s mood.

While kissing earlier, she also detected the strong scent of alcohol on his breath.

Bella Acker propped herself up slightly with her arms, looking at him, "Damian, are you drunk?"

Damian Sinclair gazed at her steadily but didn’t answer; instead, he asked, "Where did you go just now?"

"Just now?" Bella Acker was puzzled.

"The Seraphina Garden."

"Oh, that... I ran into Shannon when I went out, and went to her suite to chat for a while." Bella Acker explained, suddenly realizing why he might be asking, could it be...

Bella Acker felt a bit delighted, her heart sweetened, but thinking that he might have gone drinking to ease his worries gave her some heartache, "Damian, did you... come looking for me just now?"

"Why did you come back?" Damian Sinclair still didn’t answer, only asked more questions.

"I..." Bella Acker took a deep breath, mustering her courage, "Damian, everything before was a misunderstanding on my part. I’m sorry, I came specifically to apologize. And... and... do you... do you still want me? Damian, do you still want me?"

She looked at him eagerly, just fearing a rejection from his lips. Even though she was mentally prepared, and if rejected, she was determined to cling stubbornly until she softened his heart.

Damian Sinclair, upon hearing this, stared intently at her, yet didn’t respond.

Bella Acker felt intimidated by his invasive gaze, "Da... Damian, can you speak properly? Like this, I’m... I’m scared."

His current gaze was even more frightening than when it was cold and grim.