Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife

Chapter 615: Chapter 614: Reunion (10)

Bella Acker slowly exhaled, raised her head, and turned to open the apartment door, saying, "Mr. Sinclair, could you please find some time to bring the documents with you and go with me to the Real Estate Bureau for the transfer, or you can have your assistant do it. I won’t bother you any further."

After speaking, she nodded slightly and stepped out, her lips curving into a perfectly timed smile as she gently closed the door.

Damian Sinclair held his phone with such force that his fingertips had turned white.

On the other end of the line, Bea held onto her phone with difficulty, saying, "Brother, what the heck was that? You scared me so much I almost dropped my phone down the stairs."

"It’s nothing," Damian Sinclair said, "I just got off the plane and have a meeting soon. What’s up?"

"Well... I heard Bella returned to the country, did you... did you know?" Bea hesitantly asked.

"What’s that got to do with me?" Damian Sinclair replied coldly, "If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up."

"Oh, there is. We’ve arranged a gathering tonight, if you’re free, come join us," Bea said. "With you there, they won’t dare force me to drink."

"If you don’t want to drink, even if I’m not there, they wouldn’t dare force you," Damian Sinclair unceremoniously exposed her.

"Alright, alright, I just want you to come relax and pick up the tab, and then maybe you can drive me home afterward," Bea said mysteriously. "Besides, I’ve met someone I like, and I want to tell you about it."

"Okay, send the address to my phone. I’ll come by when I’m done," Damian Sinclair also felt he needed something to distract him.

"Sure thing, I’ll send the address right away."

After hanging up, Damian Sinclair leaned against the liquor cabinet, his gaze tightening as he looked at the phone’s screensaver of a girl with a radiant, slightly goofy smile.

Bella Acker left the apartment, rushed into the elevator as if fleeing, dashed out of the apartment complex gate, and finally slowed down, stopping altogether.

At this time, should he not be at the office? Why come to the apartment specifically, was it just to take a shower?

Also, the tender and indulgent look he suddenly had while answering the phone, and the things he said...

Her decision to come to the apartment today was wrong, wasn’t it?

Bella Acker lowered her head, her eyes downcast, letting out a self-deprecating chuckle.

She was so foolish, five years had passed, apart from her, who would remain stuck in the past?

Her eyes, which hadn’t cried in a long time, suddenly blurred; Bella Acker tilted her head back to force the tears back, finally composing herself, then donned a mask and waved for a taxi by the roadside, saying, "Driver, please head to The West End Cemetery."

The taxi drove off, eventually stopping at the foot of a hill at the entrance to The West End Cemetery.

Bella Acker paid and got out of the taxi.

It was not the season for visiting graves; outside the cemetery gates, only one florist was open. Bella Acker went over to buy three bunches of chrysanthemums and some offerings for the grave, then she carried them into the cemetery, following the steps upward.

She visited her father’s and the director’s graves first, and finally arrived at Aunt Sienna’s tombstone.

Bella Acker placed the last bunch of chrysanthemums in front of Aunt Sienna’s grave and said, "Aunt Sienna, I’m sorry it took so long to visit you, you won’t blame me, will you?"

Speaking, she smiled first, her mouth curving, "You were always so indulging with me, surely you wouldn’t blame me. But Aunt Sienna, over these years, I have really missed you a lot. Are you doing well there? Have you seen the director and Mom? Are you happy together?"