The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 800

Sherman would blush before, but not so often. When Sherman was staying with him, Sherman blushed a lot.

Sherman didn't know if it was because she was too shy in front of Kingsley, or it was because Kingsley was good at talking hot.

It seemed that Kingsley hadn't talked hot. But then even ordinary words from his mouth were like honeyed words, sweet and tantalizing.

Soon they arrived at the apartment building. Sherman got off and gave back his black coat.

It was already late. It was nearly ten o'clock. She had t o get up early for work tomorrow morning. And she felt too embarrassed to invite him to her home again.

Fortunately, he did not offer to get in her house either but asked her in a gentle tone what time she would go to work.

"6:40 am." She replied. She had to get up early in the morning to take the subway, otherwise, she would be late for work.

He nodded and asked her to have an early night. She, i n return, told him to drive carefully.

Back in her room, Sherman turned on the light and

turned around. Her eyes unexpectedly fell on the mirror behind her, and she saw her reflection in the mirror.

Her cheeks were pink and burning at this moment. The pink lipstick on her lips had almost gone and there were marks left by kisses. Seeing this, her cheeks got hotter.

The time Kingsley returned to the villa, Luke was sitting on the sofa with steak and red wine in front of him, enjoying himself.

Hearing the sound, Luke looked up and then winked a t Kingsley, "I heard that you were with that pregnant woman?"

"Who tell you about it?" After hanging his coat on the coat hanger, Kingsley sat down on the sofa.

"Lee," Luke said he didn't understand him. "Why do you like her? You had all kinds of women around you, who are beautiful, sexy, cute, innocent, or mature. And as long as you want, they will scramble to be your girlfriend."

Kingsley casually put his hand in the pocket of his suit pants and took a cup of warm water, "They are not the kind of women that I like ..."

"Then, what kind of women do you like, Mr. Wright?" Luke frowned, "So, you love her?" "Love often evolves from an initial crush on someone."

Kingsley turned around and refilled his glass.

"So, it means you are just attracted to her." Luke picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "Kingsley, have you ever heard of the saying, 'Sometimes before the seeds of crush can sprout in abundance, they are nipped in the bud by the disgust bred over time.' To be honest, she doesn't deserve you!"

"Then who deserves me? You?" Kingsley turned around. Holding a glass of water in his right hand, his left hand casually put in the pocket of his suit pants, Kingsley stared at Luke and said sternly, "She is now my woman, I do not like to hear anyone say she isn’t good, especially you, Luke. Whether she deserves me o r not, it is up to me."

Luke paused and then smiled, "Well, well, I got it."

In the private room of the bar.

On the long table, there were bottles, fruit, and scattered cigarette boxes.

Billy was sitting in the middle with Natalie on his left, who looked pure and seductive.

Last time Billy came to the class reunion with Sherman, and this time with Natalie.

His eyes flashed. Shortly after Billy left, Natalie put down the juice and followed him out.

Billy went to the bathroom. He leaned lazily outside the wall of the bathroom with a cigarette in his hand. I t was smoky there.

The young girl who passed by him blushed and kept looking at him.

Natalie walked up to him and put her tender hand on Billy's. "They didn't mean to talk of Sherman."

Billy threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. He blew a white smoke ring. "It is also true that she became domineering as time passed by."

Later, it was true that Sherman changed, and she became dominant and unreasonable, otherwise, he would not have agreed to divorce her.

Also, mentioning Sherman, he had some strange feeling in his heart. He was annoyed but he didn't know what was bothering him.

"Let's go drinking, and remember to buy a pizza at the restaurant this evening, it is delicious." Billy did not want to continue with this topic.

Natalie also did not talk about it again. She responded with a gentle smile and hugged him.

Early in the next morning.

At six o'clock, Sherman woke up, dressed up, and made breakfast. She was eating a fried egg when her phone rang.

"Are you awake yet? It's already 6:30 ..." The man's smoky voice seemed deeper and more charming in the morning.