The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 811

Maybe Billy will marry Natalie, at least he didn't just object to what she said.

Although it was immoral, Natalie got what she wanted.

After all, this was a portrayal of the society nowadays: love was chilling, men were unreliable, and mistresses were just impossible to take precautions against.

It was now time to get off work and Sherman was still working, since she had a chance, she had to give it her all!

Other staff in the office had left, she was still sorting the documents when her phone rang, she picked it up with her left hand. "Hello?"

"Off work?" Kingsley said.

"Yes, but I'm sorting out the documents."

"I'll wait for you downstairs, take your time to sort them out, don't rush." His voice was gentle and pleasant to the ear.

Hearing this, Sherman looked down through the window and saw the silver grey Mulsanne parked across the street, so she put away the documents, turned off her computer and left the office.

Sherman opened the car door and sat in. As soon as she fastened her seat belt, a cup of hot milk tea was handed to her. Kingsley's sexy lips moved slightly and said, "To warm your night."

She was slightly stunned. She took the milk tea, which was indeed very warm, like a warm stream slowly flowing into her heart. She said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Of course I should do things like this for you." Kingsley said, with a faint gentleness in his eyes.

"Cooking in the kitchen with you is more fun than watching TV." He laughed.

"Then you can help me wash the tomatoes, and the shallots." She pointed to the onions on the counter.

Kingsley smiled and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his delicate wristwatch. Sherman was boiling water for the noodles.

The kitchen was not large. It was just right for two people to stand, and the atmosphere was just right as they divided the work and chatted while cooking.

A few moments later, two bowls of tomato and egg noodles were brought to the table, which smelled delicious. They looked at each other with smiles.

After dinner, Sherman got up to wash the dishes, but Kingsley put his slender hand on her shoulder, pressing her down. "We have a clear division of labor-you cook and I wash the dishes."