Grace collapsed on the sofa. 'My prince charming is really different!'
The supermarket was downstairs near the apartment building. Sherman picked her groceries, while Kingsley pushed the shopping cart and walked beside her.
After a while, they finished shopping.
When they went back to Sherman's home, Grace was watching TV while eating snacks. There were messy bags of snacks on the coffee table.
When she saw Kingsley walk in, she hurriedly smiled and cleaned up the coffee table.
Kingsley smiled and asked Sherman, "Is there anything I can do?"
"No. You can sit on the sofa. There are a few papers on my desk. I can't understand them clearly. Can you help me look at them?" She had already started washing the vegetables.
Kingsley nodded and walked toward the sofa. Grace hurriedly cleaned the sofa, poured a glass of water, and placed it in front of him.
"Thanks..." He said calmly. He sat down and flipped through the papers with his large and slender hands.
He was polite and decent.
Grace felt that this man had a natural ability to make others listen to him. There was a strong aura around him.
He had been flipping through the papers quietly. Sometimes he wrote something with the pen between his right fingers. He occasionally rubbed the pen slowly on his sexy thin lips or smooth chin.
The manly testosterone was overwhelming and Grace was almost unable to breathe.
After a while, the hot pot was ready. Sherman served i t and Grace took out forks. Half of the hot pot was spicy and half of it was mild.
"Send me downstairs..." Kingsley murmured in a low voice and clutched her fingertips with his warm large palm.
She blushed. He walked ahead, and Sherman followed closely behind him. The two of them went downstairs.
The silver Mulsanne was downstairs. Kingsley turned around and helped her wrap her coat tightly, "Don't stay up late. If there's something you don't understand at work, you can call me anytime..."
Sherman nodded.
"The phone isn't a decoration. The phone number I gave you isn't meaningless. Whether it's a phone call o r a text message, I look forward to..." He gazed deeply a t her.
Being stared at by a man with that kind of gaze, she felt a little shy, "I got it."
"Good, I look forward to your phone call or text message..."
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