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Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife

Chapter 584 - 583: We Both Need Time (7)
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Chapter 584: Chapter 583: We Both Need Time (7)

"I’ll take Ethan to kindergarten. There’s porridge in the kitchen. Heat it up when you wake up and eat it. I’m waiting for your answer."

This text message was from my husband.

Bella Acker looked at this note and laughed at herself.

Even the note hasn’t been changed; some answers are actually already clear.

Her feelings haven’t changed, she’s just missing a conclusion.

Bella Acker sighed, typed a reply, "Thank you, Dam..." As soon as she typed that, she deleted it, then typed Mr. Sinclair, but it looked glaring so she deleted it again, eventually replying with just the first four words, deliberately ignoring the title.

Damian Sinclair was in a meeting. When he saw his phone light up with a message, he picked it up to have a look.

Sure enough, it was a message from Bella Acker, just four words, "Thank you."

Damian Sinclair frowned, then picked up his phone and stood up, telling the group of senior executives in the company, "Continue without me." With that, he walked out of the office holding his phone and dialed a number.

Bella Acker was about to call the landlord to say she wouldn’t be renting here anymore when Damian Sinclair’s call came in.

Looking at the caller display, she hesitated for a moment before pressing the answer button, speaking softly, "Hello."

On the other end of the line came Damian Sinclair’s voice: "I put the porridge and dishes in the steamer in the kitchen. Check if they’ve gone cold. If so, reheat them before eating. I have meetings all day today, I’ll come over to see you tonight."

Bella Acker paused while holding the phone and said, "Damian, you promised to give me time to think on my own."

Damian seemed to click his tongue before saying, "I know, I won’t come to see you tonight."

"Okay, then I won’t disturb your work anymore. Goodbye." Bella Acker said goodbye but didn’t hang up, and neither did Damian on the other end.

The two of them stayed silent, as if there was a kind of tacit understanding, neither speaking nor hanging up.

A while later, Bella Acker said, "You should go to the meeting, I have to get busy now, goodbye."

"Okay, remember to eat. If you’re sleepy, take another nap. I’ll handle the house stuff."

"No need, I can handle it myself, bye."

"Call me if you need anything," Damian still added another sentence.

Bella Acker didn’t respond, finally hanging up the phone.

The relationship between her and Damian now seems like neither of them is willing to let go, yet there’s no better solution, so they can only drag on like this waiting for a result.

Bella Acker thought for a while, sighed quietly, and dialed the landlord’s number.

The landlord is also quite old; she is fairly familiar with Bella Acker and their situation, and is usually very easy to talk to. Sometimes she even brings them some good food and often comes over to chat with Aunt Sienna.

Bella Acker clearly conveyed her intention not to continue renting the house and thanked the landlord for being willing to lend the house for Aunt Sienna’s wake.

The rent for this house is paid every six months. Now there are still more than two months before the next rent is due. Bella Acker said to show her appreciation for the landlord’s care over the years, there’s no need to return the remaining rent and deposit, and even the things added to the house can be given to the landlord.

The landlord was very pleased.

After hanging up, Bella Acker went to sort through Aunt Sienna’s belongings.

Aunt Sienna didn’t have much stuff to begin with, other than clothes, there’s really nothing else to organize.

Bella Acker tidied up a bit, and finally decided to only take the photo album and passbook.

She looked at the numbers written on the passbook; sometimes it was eight hundred, sometimes three hundred, the least was a hundred, and the most was only a thousand.

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