Bella Acker was so exhausted she didn't want to move a single finger, but Damian Sinclair, on the other hand, was full of energy.
After everything was done, he carried Bella Acker to the shower, dressed her in comfortable loungewear, and tidied up the messy foyer.
Bella Acker nestled into the soft sofa, watching him busy in and out in his loungewear, wondering if this was the difference between working out and not?
Should she enroll in a fitness class too? Otherwise, she'd be exhausted every time, which was kind of embarrassing.
Thinking seriously, Bella Acker asked after a while, "Damian, don't you ever feel tired?"
"Are you questioning your husband's abilities?" Damian Sinclair, carrying shoes, a sweater, and a dress he had just retrieved from the car, raised an eyebrow looking at her.
Bella Acker felt a tightness in her abdomen and quickly waved her hands, "No, no, absolutely not. You're the best, the most amazing. You're number one in the world."
