Chapter 815


    Grace copsed on the sofa. ‘My prince charming is really different!’


    The supermarket was downstairs near the apartment building. Sherman picked her groceries, while Kingsley pushed the


    shopping cart and walked beside her.


    After a while, they finished shopping.


    When they went back to Sherman''s home, Grace was watching TV while eating snacks. There were messy bags of snacks on


    the coffee table.


    When she saw Kingsley walk in, she hurriedly smiled and cleaned up the coffee table.


    Kingsley smiled and asked Sherman, "Is there anything | can do?"


    "No. You can sit on the sofa. There are a few papers on my desk. | can''t understand them clearly. Can you help me look at


    them?" She had already started washing the vegetables.


    Kingsley nodded and walked toward the sofa. Grace hurriedly cleaned the sofa, poured a ss of water, and ced it in front of


    him.


    "Thanks..." He said calmly. He sat down and flipped through the papers with hisrge and slender hands.


    He was polite and decent.


    Grace felt that this man had a natural ability to make others listen to him. There was a strong aura around him.


    He had been flipping through the papers quietly. Sometimes he wrote something with the pen between his right fingers. He


    asionally rubbed the pen slowly on his sexy thin lips or smooth chin.


    The manly testosterone was overwhelming and Grace was almost unable to breathe.


    After a while, the hot pot was ready. Sherman served i t and Grace took out forks. Half of the hot pot was spicy and half of it was


    mild.


    Both Sherman and Grace liked spicy food. Kingsley wasn''t a picky eater, but he didn''t eat a lot.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    After dinner, Grace washed the dishes. Sherman held the papers and read it. She didn''t understand what he wrote with his pen.


    Kingsley sat beside her. They were so close that they could feel the other''s breath clearly.


    She gave the papers to him. He reached out to take them and exined to her gently and slowly.


    Standing in the kitchen doorway with her hands on her chest, Grace thought that it was really a blessing t 0 be in love with such


    aman.


    He was so thoughtful and considerate. He had already thought for you what you could think of or failed to


    think of.


    Probably because Grace was here,


    Kingsley didn''t stay herefora (ohg|


    time: Atta@pasttine, he stood up


    and wanted to leave. Please read the


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    "Send me downstairs..." Kingsley murmured in a low voice and clutched her fingertips with his warmrge palm.


    She blushed. He walked ahead, and Sherman followed closely behind him. The two of them went downstairs.


    The silver Mulsanne was downstairs.


    Kingsley turned around and


    her wra het cottigkly "Don''t stay


    pare. there''s something you don''t


    understand at work, you can call me


    anytime..." Please read the original


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    Sherman nodded.


    "The phone isn''t a decoration. The


    phone number | gave Ne is


    mean \wrethieri iS a Eom


    Tne Pa ee me message, | look forward


    "He gazed deeply at her. Please


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    Being stared at by a man with that kind of gaze, she felt a little shy, "I got it."


    "Good, | look forward to your phone call or text message..."