The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 827

In her impression, most men liked bars and bustling and lively places. Few men like fishing...

But he could sit there so quietly, with a relaxed and elegant posture...

She knew he was calm, but she didn't know that he could sit there so quietly. He closed his eyes slightly. His fur collar on the black coat was fluttering in the cold wind, which brushed his face...

Suddenly, Kingsley leaned his long body forward and looked at her eyes. The distance between them was so close that she could clearly see every pore of his face." What are you looking at?"

Sherman was shocked by his behavior and her heart was still beating fast. She was a little embarrassed. "N o... Nothing..."

"Really?" He said mildly, with a charming chuckle on his face. He moved the fishing rod. He didn't believe it.

Sherman didn't speak. Her eyes quickly fell on the fishing rod, as she was embarrassed.

"Nothing, really." She adjusted her breathing secretly and once again defended herself.

Only her slightly pink cheeks betrayed something...

Kingsley knew what she was thinking about but he did not say it. He raised his lips. "Do you think my hobby is boring?"

Sherman shook her head. Different people had different hobbies. As long as it was a hobby, it was never boring. "Your hobby gives me a very calming and dependable feeling..."

The men nowadays had been corrupted by material desire and some of them had become ostentatious and frivolous. So, there were not many men who had the patience to fish...

As he had said before, fishing tested one’s patience, perseverance, and calmness, which were what men lacked now.

In the end, she added, "I like this kind of calmness and quietness"

After her marriage to Billy, she no longer liked enthusiasm, madness and vigorousness. What she liked was quietness.

Kingsley's expression was tender. "Do you like the calm environment or do you like the calm person?"

Sherman became silent and uttered no words. Her eyes fell on the sparkling river.

Immediately, Kingsley did not continue this topic, nor did he force her to give an answer. He also looked at the river.

After a while, Sherman spoke and gave the answer. "I

like both."

She felt that it was very good to get along with him these days. She enjoyed calmness and quietness a lot a t this time.

Kingsley's expression became tenderer when he raised his lips. Time passed quietly and they two were quiet. Only the faint sound of their breathing could be heard.

Sherman was fishing for the first time and indeed, she was not so patient. After she stayed quiet for half an hour, she looked around.

Kingsley noticed this so he took a book to tell jokes. When he told the jokes in such a low voice, it gave Sherman a different feeling.

Sherman didn't expect that he would tell jokes. She was slightly startled and then listened to him.

Gradually, she felt a little sleepy. Sherman leaned her body lightly sideways and buried her head on his broad and sturdy shoulder, listening to him quietly.

The fishing rod moved slightly and Kingsley pulled up the fishing rod with his big hands. Then he put the fish in the basin next to him.

Sherman glanced at the fish, which was quite big and was still swimming in the basin.

There was no way to answer such a question...

"Although I want you, I will respect you..." He kissed her earlobe and neck deeply. "I'll wait for you for three seconds. If you don't say no, I assume that you agree...".

Sherman closed her eyes, as she was at a loss.

She did not refuse him, because she also wanted him. So, she couldn't find a reason to refuse him.

She had always followed the truest feelings in her heart...

He stretched his arms and carried her in his arms. He stood up and his luxurious black coat stroke across the deck.

Immediately afterwards, they had sex...

In the early morning of the next day, Sherman woke u p first. The curtains in the room were drawn, so it was very dim, but the lights were on.

Turning her eyes, she saw the man sleeping quietly next to her, with the quilt only covering his strong waist and abdomen. His large, strong and smooth chest was exposed.

A lot of clothes were thrown on the ground in a mess, among which were his gray suit trousers, black belt, dark blue shirt, suit jacket, and fur collar coat.

Sherman blushed.

His body was very strong and masculine.

He had given her an illusion before, as she had always thought he was gentle and tender...