The matter finished, Bella Acker was completely exhausted, but Damian Sinclair, who had been supporting her for so long, seemed full of energy, with not a trace of fatigue or drowsiness left.
Bella Acker let him carry her back inside to clean up, said weakly, "President Sinclair, don't you ever feel tired?"
"You're my charging station, now my battery's full." Damian Sinclair cleared things from her, then washed the sweat off her body.
Bella Acker leaned softly against his chest and upon hearing that, pulled the corners of her mouth into a smile, "You must have learned that line from a book, right? It's so cheesy and corny, totally unlike your style."
"My style?" Damian Sinclair glanced at her, kissed the corner of her eye, asking with a smile in his eyes, "What is my style?"
"Cold, domineering, and arrogant, like the whole world owes you billions." Bella Acker said, "In many of those popular romance novels now, people like you are the epitome of the domineering president."
