Bella Acker sniffled through her tears, "Are you true to your word?"
Damian Sinclair released her, proving it through action immediately.
Bella glanced at him twice, curled her lips, and the tears in her eyes retreated.
"Ms. Acker’s tears are truly manageable." Damian raised his eyebrow almost imperceptibly, a faint hint of sarcasm in his tone.
Bella pretended not to understand his sarcasm, "So what is President Sinclair doing in the women’s changing room? I heard only perverts would barge into a women’s changing room."
"Since Ms. Acker says I’m a pervert, should I be doing things that only a pervert would do?"
"Haha, no, no." Bella covered her chest with both hands, and immediately backed down upon hearing this, "President Sinclair, you are wise and brave, how could you be that kind of person? Haha... haha."
"Then is Ms. Acker satisfied with my service yesterday?" Damian, seeing her like this, was tempted to pinch her cheeks again, and the cold hardness in his eyes softened considerably.
They both knew well enough what kind of service was given yesterday.
Bella’s skin wasn’t that thick; all the tension from before disappeared immediately. Hearing him bring it up again now made her cheeks flush. How could he speak such shameful things without changing his expression?
Old rascal! Dirty scoundrel!
Seeing her not speaking, Damian, who had retreated a bit earlier, leaned in closer again, whispered in her ear, "Seems Ms. Acker is not satisfied, should I...?"
"Satisfied, satisfied, very satisfied!" To avoid him saying anything more shameless, Bella immediately interrupted, preventing him from continuing.
"Then I look forward to Ms. Acker’s next visit." Damian said as he finally stepped back completely.
"Ah?" Bella finally got a breath of freedom, hadn’t managed to catch her breath, and was stunned by his words, somewhat unable to respond.
"Ms. Acker said satisfaction would mean another visit. If Ms. Acker forgets, I will proactively remind you."
Bella finally understood, blushing, she accused, "This is a forced sale!"
"I think this is already the best outcome for Ms. Acker." Damian said, "Or does Ms. Acker wish for me to directly tie you up and take you home?"
"Of c... course not, I still have to act!" Bella immediately denied. But after denying it, she realized this wasn’t the point at all.
"Then Ms. Acker, don’t forget." Damian turned around and lifted the curtain of the changing room to leave.
Bella listened carefully for any movement outside, seemingly relieved that no one had noticed Damian, and finally let out a sigh of relief.
What does he mean by acting like this now?
Already waiting for the girl he truly likes to return, yet unwilling to share a bed with her?
Could he be having a platonic relationship with the girl he likes and only physical interaction with her?
An outlet for venting!
Suddenly pricked by her thoughts, Bella felt a pain in her heart, and her nose couldn’t help but feel a bit sour again.
"Idiot! Idiot! Can’t keep being led around by the nose by him! Work work!" Bella rubbed her face and forced herself to cheer up, continued dressing in her costume.
Outside the changing room, more voices started to filter through, no one knew how Damian managed to send the staff away earlier.
Bella dressed in her costume, then returned to the makeup room for touch-up, and the film crew officially started work.
The first scene is Vivian Norris listening to her mother’s advice at home before entering the palace.
Sharon Cheney noticed Bella’s appearance and immediately waved to her.
"Ms. Cheney." Bella lifted her skirt and quickly walked over to Ms. Cheney.
Sharon smiled, "The next scene is yours, are you ready?"