Such an obvious invitation, if Damian Sinclair can't understand it, he's an idiot.
The call was abruptly hung up, giving Bella Acker no chance to change her mind.
After saying those words, Bella Acker's face turned completely red. She curled up under the blanket, her heart pounding with panic.
What to do? What to do? What to do?
Bella Acker's palms were sweating with nervousness as she shakily took out her phone to call him, planning to tell Damian Sinclair that the air conditioner was working again, so he didn't need to come over.
But when the call connected, Damian said, "I'm at your door, open up."
"N-no need," Bella Acker stammered nervously.
"If you don't open the door, I'm going to knock, which might wake up your godmother. It's your choice. Open the door yourself, or I'll knock."
If knocking woke up her godmother, it would be even more embarrassing, wouldn't it?
Bella Acker said, "Wait a minute."
