Chapter 785


    The cafe was almost full. They went just in time. There was only one table left. This cafe required reservations in advance.


    The price of coffee was a bit expensive. The decoration was nice and it had a particrly quiet atmosphere. Each table was


    separated from the other by a curved wooden track, and clear water was flowing through it all the time. The green potted nts


    everywhere made the ce look lively.


    The cafe was quiet and no one was talking. People were sipping coffee and listening to the water flow. It was rxing and


    enjoyable for both the body and mind.


    There was a wind chime on the door of the cafe. When someone pushed the door, it would make a tinkling sound.


    Grace looked at the door and then her eyes sparkled. She stared fervently at the man who was walking in. Almost every


    woman''s eyes were drawn to the man.


    Kingsley was wearing a silver shirt with a ck tie, smoky gray pants, and a camel coat over his shirt. He looked incredibly


    elegant and handsome.


    Sherman saw him too. Her heart beat a little faster. She hurriedly lowered her head and sipped her coffee.


    However, Grace didn''t give a damn about the disturbance. She excitedly called out, "Mr. Wright! Mr. Wright, here!"


    Sherman felt a little embarrassed, and she wished she could cover the woman''s mouth.


    With his long, slender legs, Kingsley strode over. Every step he took seemed to be on the tip of Sherman''s heart, and her heart


    fluttered with his steps.


    "Ms. Livingston," Kingsley called. He had recovered from the cold and his voice was no longer hoarse. He politely put out his


    right hand.


    Grace immediately put down her coffee cup and gave him her hand. She eximed quietly in her heart,’ What kind of lucky


    woman would be with such a handsome gentleman!"


    Sherman was still sipping her coffee. Kingsley''s deep gaze turned to her, and he spoke, "Nice to see you again.” He was really a


    gentleman.


    Kingsley had reached out his hand, and Sherman could only give her hand to him. She stood up and they held hands.


    His palm was hot. Sherman felt a little awkward. She moved her hand slightly to pull back, but Kingsley seemed to clutch her


    fingers tighter.


    She was slightly dumbfounded. She looked up at him, but he had let go of her hand. There was an indifferent look on his grim


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    "Mr. Wright, did you just arrive, or have you been here for a while?" Grace asked curiously.


    "I''ve just arrived..." Kingsley replied.


    "Did you drive a silver Mulsanne?" Grace continued.


    Kingsley nodded slightly. His handsome eyebrows were raised upward a little bit. He wondered why she was asking.


    Grace tucked her wavy hair behind her ears and exined, "Sherman and | were just shopping in the department store across


    the street. When we walked out, we saw a Mulsanne. It looked exactly like yours. | thought it was your car. But Sherman said it


    wasn''t. She said your license te number starts with a 9 and that one starts with a 0.1 want to know which one of u s is correct


    about the car. Now it seems that Sherman has a good memory."