Chapter 812


    As he spoke, Kingsley leaned down to pick up the bowls on the table and gazed deeply at her. "You will never be my guest, so |


    don''t want me to be your guest either. You don''t need to be polite to me, and | will respect you."


    When Sherman heard those words, her heart couldn''t stop pounding.


    When Kingsley came out after washing the dishes, Sherman handed him the towel and pointed to the documents on the coffee


    table. "I still have some documents to sort out."


    "You sort out the documents while | watch TV. | won''t disturb you." Kingsley wiped his hands and sat on the sofa.


    Sherman also sat down and started dealing with the documents. There was still a little bit of work left to do today, so she had to


    get it done.


    The TV was on and Kingsley''s eyes turned slightly. He looked at the woman beside him on whom he had a crush.


    The light was yellowish, neither too bright nor too dull. The color was soft and warm.


    She appeared to have forgotten his presence. She sat there, sometimes biting her pen, sometimes frowning. A few strands of


    hair fell, obscuring her view.


    Sherman lifted her hair behind her ears and casually tied it into a ponytail, revealing her fair face.


    Kingsley''s eyes softened and he smiled slightly, enjoying the peace and warmth.He looked towards the television, enjoying this


    kind of time together.


    Kingsley got up, his smoky gray trousers glowing. He went to the water fountain, filled a ss of warm water, and then ced it


    next to her hand.


    Sherman was thirsty. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the ss. She picked it up and drank it contentedly.


    After half an hour of work, she looked up and inadvertently saw the gray suit trousers, which reminded her of the man beside her.


    Sherman''s gaze went upwards to see Kingsley leaning casually on the sofa. His long legs elegantly folded, holding his ss of


    water. The TV was ying a football game without sound.


    Obviously, Kingsley was worried that making a sound would disturb her work.


    ‘I''ve never seen anyone more attentive and gentle than him.’


    The TV was broadcasting the football game live without sound. ‘It was surprising that he could watch it.’


    ‘The warm water was also prepared by him.’ Sherman felt warm inside.


    "Is there something you don''t understand?" Kingsley ced the ss elegantly on the coffee table and watched her gently.


    She came to her senses and shook her head, "Not yet."


    "If you get a problem, then tell me. Don''t agonise alone. I''m not sitting here as a decoration." His voice was husky.


    Sherman pursed her dry lips. "If there is, I''ll tell you."


    At that moment, her phone rang and she picked it up," Hello?"


    "Hello, it''s Sloane. The ss reunion will be held in a few days. Can you attend?"


    ‘ss reunion?’ Sherman frowned, she was just so busy these days that she had forgotten it.


    Sloane was silent for a long time and said, "I think you''d better not to attend.”


    "Why?" Sherman asked, surprised.


    "The news of your divorce has spread. Almost everyone knows that Billy is in a rtionship with Natalie. If you attend, | worry


    about that they willugh at you."


    There was something wrong with Sherman''s phone and all those words were heard by Kingsley.


    His fingers flexed slightly, tapping on his water ss a s he stared at her.


    "What about the time and ce?" Sherman asked.


    Sloane told Sherman the time and ce. She dissuaded her again, "You''d better note."


    "It''s a fact that I''m divorced now. | can keep my mouth shut, but | can''t control those of others. If | steer clear o f them, they will


    only get more and more reckless.


    Sloane, I''m not a coward." Sherman knew Sloane was looking out for her. "And | want to meet you and other friends."


    A few momentster, Sherman hung


    up. She closed her eye slight!


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    Sherman lowered her head and began sorting through the documents again. She worked for two more hours or so.


    She stood up, put the documents down and stretchedzily. Then she turned back only to find Kingsley was already asleep.


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    Seeing this. Sherman didn''t know what to do. She looked at the time. It was already eleven o''clock.


    She didn''t want to wake him up and ask him to leave.


    ‘But if | let him sleep here, it was very cold in the night, and he will catch a cold.’


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    Kingsley''s deep eyes lifted slightly, "You''ve finished your work?"


    Sherman nodded. He got up to pick up his suit, his voice low and husky, "Take a shower and go to bed early."


    "You''re leaving?”


    "Yes." Kingsley had put on his suit, "Good night."