Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife

Chapter 551: Chapter 550: His One and Only Treasure

Bella Acker tried to get up, but her whole body was weak and powerless, and with a ’thud,’ she fell back onto the bed.

Her whole body felt soft and weak, and once she was down, she couldn’t muster the strength to get back up.

Since she couldn’t get up, she simply stayed there, lying on the bed, wiping her tears and muttering, "Why is he so mean, always bullying me, sob sob sob..."

"How did I bully you?" Damian leaned down on top of her, wrapped his arms around her from behind, and asked helplessly into her ear.

"You are bullying me," Bella continued to wipe her tears and cry, "You can’t be with me, so why do you keep bothering me?"

"Who said I can’t be with you?" Damian turned her over, looked into her eyes, and said seriously, "Except for you, I want no one else."

"Re... really? What about Cecilia Lynch? Don’t you want her anymore? What about the child in her womb, aren’t you going to care for it?" Bella looked at him with tear-filled, intoxicated eyes.

"I never said I was going to marry her, and as for the child in her womb—if she decides to give birth and it’s indeed my child, I will take care of it. But if it bothers you, I can raise the child elsewhere, away from your sight."

"Children are innocent; of course, I don’t blame the child," Bella wiped her tears and continued to ask, "What about your mother? What about your family? Are you not going to care about their feelings anymore?"

Damian paused, suddenly slid his arm under the bed and her back, tightly pulling her into his embrace, and said in a muffled voice, "I don’t care anymore; I don’t want to care about anyone. Without you, I’d only end up destroying myself. I only want you."

"Really? Do you really only want me?" Bella, crying, raised her hand to hold his shoulder, and said, "Damian, do you know that I waited so painfully for you to say this? I always wanted to tell you that I won’t make things difficult for you. I will treat your family well, be filial to Mrs. Sinclair and Uncle Sinclair, and even if they never acknowledge me, I would still treat them well for a lifetime because they’re your family. Mom said that if Dad were still alive, he would certainly want to see me happy, too. If I do this, Dad watching from above shouldn’t blame me, right? Dad, I’m sorry, I really like Damian so much, I really want to be with him, don’t blame me, okay? Mom and Dad, why didn’t you want me? I would be so obedient and well-behaved; why didn’t you want me? Aunt Sienna... hic... Aunt Sienna, please don’t die, okay? If you die, what am I going to do..."

Bella was drunk, her mind a mess; she didn’t even know what she was saying at that moment. She would talk about one topic in one sentence and jump to another in the next.

Damian himself had also drunk a lot, but he wasn’t as drunkenly incoherent as Bella.

As he listened to her say things she would never utter when sober and saw her showing the panic and vulnerability beneath her strong exterior, he felt every word she said, every tear she shed, was like a sharp blade stabbing into his heart.

Causing his whole body to spasm with pain, his eyes stinging with emotion.

"Bella, Bella..." Damian held her tightly, calling out to her again and again. It was unclear if he was calling her name or a nickname that belonged only to him.

This was his Bella, only his!

He wanted to hold on tightly to his Bella, and nobody would make him let go!