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    "Mr. Wright, wee." Sherman said with a little nervousness.


    Kingsley took off his ck coat, and Sherman took it over and hung it on the coat rack. Then he sat down on the couch. "I don''t have coffee, just tea."Original from N?velDrama.Org.


    "Tea is fine..." Kingsley moved his lips and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.


    She brought a cup of tea and ced it on the table. Kingsley took it up and took a sip. Then he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you cooking something?"


    Sherman took a sniff, and then she rushed into the kitchen. She was cooking soup, but when Kingsley arrived, shepletely forgot about it and it smelled like burnt.


    It was fine without the soup. She started baking the lobster. The procedures were a bitplicated and she couldn''t remember. Although she felt embarrassed, she poked her head out of the kitchen and asked awkwardly, "Mr. Wright, could you look up how to make baked lobster for me? Please read it to me."


    Kingsley turned on her iPad and searched for the recipe. Then he stood at the kitchen door and read it to her.


    His figure was tall and straight, his shoulders broad and hips narrow. A white shirt and smoky gray pants look neat on him. The man was charming.


    His voice was low, husky, sexy and charming. Reading the recipe of cooking baked lobster in such a voice was a bit weird.


    Sherman was attentive, though a little embarrassed. The kitchen was small. And when he stood by the door, it looked more narrow.


    In the small kitchen, when she was cooking there alone, she felt a little lonely and solitary. Now the two of them stood in the kitchen, one cooking, one reading the recipe, and their breaths mingled in the air. It looked cozy.


    After about twenty minutes, the meal was finally ready, three dishes. That soup was ruined. She poured two sses of wine.


    "Is this how you cook every time?" Kingsley opened his thin lips, took a sip of the wine, and then picked up the fork.


    Hearing this, Sherman blushed a bit. She felt awkward. She was honest, "No, not always. It''s only when I cook something I''m not familiar with. I can cook some dishes on my own, but for some dishes I can''t."


    He tasted the lobster, "It''s good."


    "Thanks to the recipe, I''m just trying it on the fly! I''m not a good cook. I''m a bad student and an awful cook." She grew more embarrassed.


    "No, you''re not. Although this is the first time you cook baked lobster, it''s delicious. I never lie." He looked at her, his eyes dark and his gaze deep.


    ''Is that a...pliment?'' The corners of her mouth twitched. She still felt a little embarrassed. She looked down and picked up her fork. "Try the salmon! It will get cold in a while."


    She thought it was a bad decision to invite him over for dinner. The small apartment was filled with his scent, and she was so tensed up that she could barely breathe.


    Kingsley''s dining manner was as elegant as he was, without making a sound. He was quiet, but she couldn''t ignore his presence.


    After dinner, it waste. Kingsley didn''t stay any longer. He had his coat draped casually over his shoulders. He said, "It was a lovely meal tonight! Thank you for your treat."


    "If that can be considered a meal..." Her eyes were half-open, and she tucked the hair falling over her cheeks behind her ears. Her cheeks burned a little.


    "Of course." He curled up his lips, bent his tall figure slightly, and put on his shoes.


    She walked him downstairs. The rain was pouring. Sherman was standing on the top step. She didn''t bring an umbre with her. She would not get wet there.


    Holding a ck umbre with his big hand, Kingsley strode away. The rain trickled along the edge of the umbre and sshed on his shiny ck shoes.