Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife

Chapter 481 - 480: She’s Always Afraid of Losing Him

She is always afraid of losing him, always afraid that he will turn around and leave her.

Her love, from the moment she fell for him first, had already humbled itself to the dust.

He is so outstanding, so dazzling. And she is so ordinary, so small and easily shattered.

Their distance seems like heaven and earth; the sky can overlook the earth at any time, but no matter how hard the earth tries, it cannot embrace the sky.

Bella Acker lowered her head, tears streaming out of her eyes.

For the first time, she felt so tired, exhausted both physically and mentally.

When Damian Sinclair heard her say this, his whole body stiffened, "Bella, what do you mean?"

"I don’t know!" Bella whispered, tears sliding down her pale little face to her delicate chin, her heartache almost suffocating her, "Damian, I need to think."

At times like this, if she were to let herself overthink, then their relationship might really be over.

"You’re not allowed to think!" Damian suddenly sat up; he didn’t care about the tearing pain gnawing at his stomach, he tightly held Bella’s wrist and said, "You’re not allowed to think, and you’re certainly not allowed to say breakup! Bella, I’m telling you, I won’t agree to break up!"

"Then what should I do?" Bella looked up, tears flowing, her face full of pain and pleading, like a drowning person desperate for rescue, crying hoarsely, "Then what should I do? What can I do?"

If at this moment someone could stab her heart with a knife, it might be a relief for her.

Damian was torn between her and his family. And what about her? Wasn’t she also enduring the same torment?

She wished she could be a little selfish, urging Damian to break with his family, so they could be together. But could she really do that?

No! Because she loves him! She doesn’t want to see him suffer, so she can only bear the pain herself.

Hearing the news about Cecilia Lynch and Damian sleeping together was like the last straw that broke the camel’s back for her.

Suddenly, she felt sad and lost. What exactly is she waiting for?

Does she really need to wait until he holds another woman’s hand and walks into a wedding chapel to believe that they really have no future?

She was so tired of waiting, so tired of loving, suddenly not knowing how to keep going.

If loving him is destined to be so tiring and painful, is it okay if she stops loving him?

Bella bit her lower lip, tears streaming down her face, as she wrestled Damian’s fingers from her wrist.

Damian held on tight, refusing to let go, so she pried his fingers off one by one, her wrists twisting and struggling desperately, even if it meant scratches from fingernails, she didn’t stop.

Seeing the blood marks on her wrist, Damian instinctively loosened his grip.

Bella didn’t look at him again, tears streaming down as she rushed to open the hospital room door.

"Bella, if you dare to leave!" Damian leaped off the bed, supporting himself, with a bang knocked over the rack holding the IV drip, the needle on the back of his hand pulled askew, leaving a trace of blood.

Without even looking, Damian pulled out the needle on the back of his hand and chased after her, "Bella!"

Bella heard the sound behind her, wiping away tears as she ran.

She had rushed back from out of town, and then had a car accident. If it weren’t for Archer Quinn saving her, she might already be dead.

In her heart, there was anxiety, fear, grievance, and sadness.

She was just a very timid woman, and she needed someone to comfort her too.