While she was thinking, there was a sudden weight on her shoulder and a nice magnetic voice came, "Are you having lunch with colleagues?"
Sherman turned to look behind her, "You're here?"
Kingsley nodded and sat down after pulling out the seat beside her. He sat there with his legs folded, and there was an overwhelming noble aura.
Jepson froze and looked at Kingsley beside him in a daze. It was a long time before he said, "Mr. Wright."
"Hi." Kingsley greeted in a flat tone, then looked at Sherman, "Why didn't you tell me about having lunch with your colleagues?"
"Well, it’s kind of last minute." Sherman replied. She pursed her lips, thinking about how she should introduce them to each other.
However, before she could say anything, Kingsley said, "I'm her boyfriend, thank you for appreciating m y girlfriend."
A simple sentence announced the relationship between Sherman and Kingsley.
Jepson was still stunned because the man's aura was too powerful. He almost bit his tongue, "Sherman i s twenty-seven years old, yet she still looks like a
college student, while Mr. Wright is thirty-four years old, you are seven years older than Sherman. Isn't that a little old?"
Old? Sherman was stunned. Was he saying that Kingsley was old?
Kingsley was obviously stunned too. He may never have heard anyone say that he was old.
Other people's comments about him were more about maturity, charm, and elegance. Or the thirties and forties were the best ages for men. But he has never heard the word "old".
There was a strange expression on his handsome face that had always been indifferent, but soon his expression became normal and he asked Jepson indifferently, "Is that so?"
She closed her mouth and shook her head seriously. Then she said, "I'm not laughing."
His long body moved forward. His warm fingertips gently touched the corner of her lips and said, "Let’s have lunch."
Sherman's face blushed slightly and she served a bowl of borscht and handed it to him, "Try it, it tastes quite good."
He gently smiled. After taking a sip of the soup, he nodded and said, "It's really good."
The atmosphere between them was good. After lunch, Kingsley sent her back to the company.
Sherman went to work and Kingsley drove back to the villa.
After coming back home, he took off his overcoat and was wearing only a black shirt. His sturdy body was lying on the sofa with a mirror in front of him, his big hand slowly rubbing his chin. No one knew what h e was looking at.
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