Chapter 893


    Kingsley''s big bony hands rubbed his brows. "You know that | never like to be disturbed."


    She took a step back, "I can live in Luke''s home."


    "It seems that you were not listening to what | said. | don''t want you to stay in Santabaca..." When he said this, his expression


    was still gentle.


    However, Merlin still refused, "Kingsley, I''m not in good health. | can''t take the ne twice in a day."


    Kingsley didn''t continue this topic. He asked her," Where''s your luggage?"


    Merlin said it was on the baggage carousel.


    Kingsley asked Lee to get her luggage. Merlin followed him, with a smile on her red lips.


    After taking two steps forward, Merlin stretched out her hand and held Kingsley''s arm intimately. She followed his footsteps and


    called him hubby again.


    Coincidentally, Billy waited at the VIP lounge next door. When he returned from the bathroom, he happened to see that scene.


    With a yful smile on his thin lips, he leaned against the wallzily and watched them with interest. In the end, he took out his


    mobile phone and took a few


    photos.


    The distance between them wasn''t far. He could clearly hear the woman calling him hubby.


    It was an interesting turn of events. It seemed that the man surnamed Wright had already married.


    If that was the case, then, Sherman...


    Squinting his eyes, Billy was still wondering when his assistant came over and said that the president of the WA had arrived.


    Billy asked his assistant to book a five-star hotel and a restaurant in advance. Then, he reached out to tidy his suit and tie and


    went to the VIP lounge.


    On the other side.


    Grace called Sherman at noon, and they had lunch together.


    Grace didn''t say anything about her and Charlie.


    Sherman didn''t ask her either. But in the end, Grace still said something that the situation becameplicated.


    This sentence was a little vague. Sherman didn''t know what she wanted to say. The situation becameplicated. What did she


    mean?


    Grace refused to say anything more. She began to eat lunch and gave her a down jacket, which was bright red.


    Sherman felt that she didn''t like the color. It was too conspicuous and a little coquettish...


    Grace pped her on the back. She had carefully selected it. It was beautiful and festive.


    But, this color wasn''t the right fit for Sherman.


    Grace didn''t argue with her anymore. She packed up her things and left. Sherman went back to thepany and began to work.


    It was almost evening. When it was time to get off work, Sherman didn''t receive a call from Kingsley.


    In the morning, they made an appointment to go fishing together. He would drive over to pick her up.


    Sherman called Kingsley and asked him if he was going to go fishing.


    Kingsley''s voice was low and apologetic. "Of course, wait for me for 20 minutes. It''s too cold outside. You g 0 to the cafe opposite


    to have a cup of hot coffee. I''ll be there soon."


    Sherman nodded and went to the cafe to wait.


    Exactly twenty minutester, the silver Bentley Mulsanne parked outside the cafe. Sherman paid the bill. Then, she seemed to


    think of something and asked for another cup of ck coffee.


    Opening the door of the driver''s seat, Sherman handed the coffee to the man and asked him to sit in the passenger seat. She


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    Kingsley''s deep and dark eyes were full of tenderness.


    His lips curled into a smile as he said, "Are you worried about your man being tired?"


    Sherman''s face blushed. How could these words he said be so different?


    Kingsley leaned over slightly and held


    her slightly cold hands in his warm


    palms. After a Kovels gaspher


    "Your dingees at&‘Still stiff at this


    moment. If you drive the car, | will be


    worried. Ten minutester, your body


    will warm up. Then I''ll let you drive..."


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    Ten minutester, when Sherman was driving, Kingsley drank coffee. He was holding a coffee cup with a light and gentle smile.


    There were very few people on the


    yacht, let alone people who Fs


    fishing. S andingon fie deck and


    Ahahgthe whistling cold wind,


    Sherman shivered and shrank.


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    They were fishing in the cold wind. She was a little regretful.


    However, it was obviously toote.


    He was already tidyin p the fishing


    rod. Sharpen aide Wear much. At


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    After hanging the bait, Kingsley sat on the chair and looked at Sherman, whose face was blue. He shook his head helplessly and


    waved at her.


    Sherman walked over, stamped her numb feet, and asked him, "How long will it take to catch a fish?"


    "No one has ever asked me such a question..." he replied.


    After thinking about it, Sherman agreed. Some people couldn''t catch a fish in the whole afternoon, while some people would


    catch several fish.


    He waved at her again, and Sherman was puzzled. As she approached, Kingsley directly hold her into his arms.


    His chair was very big. He casually pulled his ck coat over and covered her inside.