The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 843

He doesn't like spicy food. She was sort of familiar with his taste.

"I have something to talk to you..." Sherman drank some warm water and looked up at the man opposite her, "Can you not call me Sher?"

"Why?" Frowning, Kingsley cast a sidelong glance at her and stared at her calmly.

"Before my mother passed away, my father and she always called me Sher. When you suddenly called me Sher, I had the feeling that they were calling me..."

When her childhood nickname came out of his sexy and thin lips, it was indeed tempting and touching.

However, when her mother was still alive, she would always call her Sher. As long as she heard Sher, she would instinctively think of...

With his strong arms supporting himself on the table, Kingsley's large hand gently rubbed the space between his brows. The joints were clearly defined. He said, "Little Sher?"

"..." Sherman lowered her head and said nothing while drinking water.

Looking at her expression, Kingsley smiled,"Shery?"

She remained silent. Compared to the earlier nickname, this nickname was indeed a little better. However...

Placing the glass on the table, he gently knocked on the table and opened his mouth. His voice was low and gentle, "Then tell me, what do you want me to call you?"

Upon hearing his question, Sherman began to seriously think about it.

Little Sher, no. Shery, no. Then, the only name for Kingsley to address her was that Sherman.

"Little Sher, it seems like the elders are calling the younger. Therefore, Sherman is better."

It was already ten o'clock at night after the supper. He sent her downstairs and Sherman invited him to stay for a while.

Kingsley looked at his wrist watch and shook his head lightly. He leaned over and kissed her red lips and cheeks. Then, Kingsley waved at her and drove away.

The kissed cheek was still hot. Sherman went upstairs until she couldn't see his car. Grace hadn't slept yet. She was eating the potato chips and watched the TV.

Sherman gave the food she took from restaurant to Grace. She immediately ate it as if she had been hungry for a long time.

Sherman looked at her and asked if she was going to continue like this.

"You think I'm getting in the way between you and my prince charming?"

Sherman sneered and glared at her with her arms crossed in front of her chest, "You know that you're in my way, then why aren't you moving out?"