The elevator doors closed, and the assistant couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The Boss’s evil qi just now was overwhelming, it scared him so much that he didn’t dare breathe freely.
Beside him, Sharon was a bit worried, "President Sinclair took Bella away; do you think she’ll be alright?"
"Don’t worry, Ms. Cheney." The assistant smiled, didn’t explain further, and changed the topic, "I’ll handle things here; you should go back to the private room first."
Sharon was still worried about Bella, but remembering the unusual relationship between Bella and Damian Sinclair, she finally bit her lip and suppressed her concern.
After all, bringing Bella back to the filming crew now was not as good as letting her go with Damian Sinclair. With Damian as her protection, those with ill intentions would have to weigh their own strength before trying to frame Bella again.
Bella Acker nestled in Damian Sinclair’s arms, inhaling the familiar scent emanating from him, her panicked heart finally began to steady, and her trembling body became much calmer.
She couldn’t help but burrow her head further into his embrace, taking a deep breath of the scent unique to him.
"Thank you, Damian."
A muffled voice emerged from his chest, Damian Sinclair glanced down at her but didn’t respond.
Bella Acker, not getting a response, involuntarily raised her head to look at him.
Their eyes met.
His gaze was cold and calm, with hidden evil qi and anger.
Her gaze was like a frightened rabbit, carrying panic, grievance, and pity, and also an attachment she herself hadn’t noticed.
Damian looked at her, and after a long moment, finally spoke, "Who allowed you to drink?"
Bonnie Acker was frightened by his gaze, shrank her neck, and nestled her head back into his embrace, then murmured softly, "The crew had a gathering, and since I’m new, I had to toast." The more she spoke, the weaker her voice became, showing she had no confidence.
Damian looked at the little woman hiding in his arms like an ostrich, his anger rising, but more than that, he felt helpless. However, this time he didn’t want to let her off the hook so easily.
"If I had been a moment later, or if I hadn’t come at all. Do you think what happened next would be bearable for you?"
"I..." Bella Acker thought of the things that just occurred and involuntarily trembled, her fingers clutching his clothes tightened reflexively, clearly still shaken.
Seeing her like this, even with more criticism, he couldn’t bear to say it.
Damian tightened his arms, pulling her trembling body closer to his embrace, and exited the restaurant while holding her.
The car was parked just outside the restaurant; the driver saw him coming out and immediately got out to open the car door, "Boss."
Damian bent down, first putting Bella Acker in the car.
Bella raised her head to look at him, obediently moving inside, making room beside her.
Damian bent down and got into the car.
The driver didn’t dare ask anything, got in, started the car, and slowly drove away.
"Come here." Damian raised his arm, Bella pursed her lips and looked at him, sitting still.
Damian gave her a cold sideways glance, directly reached out to grip her arms, and placed her on his lap.
"Da... Damian..." Bella cautiously raised her eyes to gauge his expression.
Damian looked down at her and remained silent.
Bella pursed her lips, gently tugged at his clothes with her fingers, pitifully saying, "C-can you not be angry anymore? I’ll be more careful next time."
"Next time?"