The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 1054

Thinking of Leonel, she couldn’t control her anger, but there was nothing she could do about him.

The next day.

Today was Merlin's funeral. It was a cloudy day. It looked like it was going to rain.

There were many people who attended the funeral, including Kingsley's grandpa and other members of the Wright family.

The moment they arrived, Luke approached indifferently, and his eyes fell on the Wright family silently.

Cathy, who always felt guilty, said in a soft voice," Luke, today is Merlin's funeral. No matter what happened, you should let us come."

"With this disgusting woman?" Luke looked at Sherman in disgust and said, "Merlin just died, and she lives in your villa with such fanfare and stayed overnight. Today you even brought her here. Is that how you treat Merlin?"

Sherman frowned and said, "I wanted to come here myself. What does it have to do with the Wright family?"

Kingsley narrowed his deep eyes and stared at Luke

with an obvious warning.

Ignoring Luke, he put his arm around Sherman and said to her, "There is no need to pay attention to him. I am here with you."

Frowning slightly, Kingsley's grandpa walked past Luke, with Cathy and Aaron following behind him.

Luke clenched his hand into a fist and made the crackling sound. He stared fiercely at the group of people, especially at Kingsley and Sherman.

In fact, no matter how poisonous words Luke said to her, Sherman would not take it serious. She was not the kind of person who liked to be angry, especially not at the people who had nothing to do with her.

Cathy almost sobbed her heart out during the funeral service.

Cathy wanted to say something else, but Kingsley interrupted her and said, "She'll come back again."

"All right then. I won't stop you. Have a nice trip." Cathy had prepared many gifts for them to take to Santabaca.

When they got on the plane, Sherman tried to sleep. Kingsley asked for two blankets, covered Sherman and himself, and then put on an eye mask for her.

Sherman didn't like to sleep against the back of the chair, so she leaned toward Kingsley and snuggled up i n his arm with her hands under the blanket.

In a few moments she fell asleep, but Kingsley didn’t rest. His right hand propped up on the armrest of the seat. He spread out the newspaper and read the news.

The first-class cabin was quiet with the occasional sound of breathing and flipping pages.

Sherman slept soundly, and she began to dream constantly. Her quiet breathing sometimes became slightly faster.