The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 790

It was obvious that the manager was very happy. He asked the assistant to give the phone to Sherman.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Sherman came back to her senses and replied, "Don't mention it, it's not hard..."

She hadn't done anything, of course she didn't think the work was hard.

"Mr. Wright hasn't left yet, right? Please keep Mr.

Wright and tell him that we're treating him to dinner."

"Mr. Wright has left. He has left a few minutes ago..." Obviously, Sherman was lying.

Before finishing her words, Sherman heard the excited and passionate shout of the company representative, "Mr. Wright!"

Sherman felt embarrassed when her eyes met Kingsley's. She turned head and covered her phone with her hand. Fortunately the manager didn't hear it.

"Don't you have Mr. Wright's mobile number? Give him a call and invite him to dinner with us tomorrow."

Sherman muddled along before she hung up the phone. She simply did not know what she had said.

By the time she turned around, the upright man had already left. The assistant in a suit opened the revolving door for him, and he stepped out in his long legs.

Sherman was slightly relieved, but she had a mixed feeling.

The company representative drove over and offered to give Sherman a ride home, but she declined, "No, thank you. It is very convenient to take a taxi home."

She arrived at her apartment building. While she was looking for the change, the driver looked casually out the window, and then he said, "That Mulsanne car looks pretty good. Rich man, ah!"

Kingsley walked after her. When Kingsley stepped on the steps, his leather shoes made regular sounds, which made Sherman's heart tremble.

Sherman opened the door of her apartment. While Kingsley was sitting on the sofa, Sherman went to put the kettle on. What Sherman said previously was true. There was no tea, no coffee, even no warm water in her apartment. So, she had to boil some water now.

Before the water boiled, Sherman felt it was impolite t o keep Kingsley sitting here waiting. She prepared apples, bananas, and grapes, and put them on a plate. She put the plate in front of him, "Mr. Wright, serve yourself."

"Thanks ..." He politely thanked her, but did not reach out to get the fruit.

Sherman knew that men were different from women, women liked fruits, while men liked wine and cigarettes.

She took the apple and took a bite of it. It was crispy. A t that moment, the kettle rang, she put the apple down and walked over and poured a glass of water.

Sherman put it in front of him. She was a little uneasy and a little embarrassed.