Bella Acker was trapped between his chest and the door, with nowhere to retreat, nowhere to avoid.
And his kiss was domineering and fierce, carrying a strong attack and plunder. Within moments, Bella Acker couldn't withstand it, her knees went weak, her whole body unsteady, sliding downward.
Damian Sinclair's long arm wrapped around her, holding her slender waist tightly into his embrace, pressing against his chest.
Her waist seemed even slimmer than before. Was it possible she hadn't eaten well while filming? Her face had also lost weight, her chin sharper, making her eyes seem even bigger and rounder.
How was Fatty Lloyd taking care of her? Couldn't even deliver meals properly?
"Da... Damian, sto... stop for a moment..." Bella Acker finally caught a break, reached out and pushed him away forcefully.
But her strength to Damian Sinclair was definitely negligible.
