The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 864

The man with the sharp knife had a grim face. He was laughing dreadfully and poking the knife wildly. It was terrifying.

Sherman covered her neck with her hands and ducked his attack. She tried to run for the door but was stopped by the man. The tip of the knife sliced through her wrist. She drew a cold breath.

She was wearing a pair of high heels. In a panic, she tripped over a chair and fell to the ground. Just then, the man came over and stood in front of her. He seemed out of his mind. His eyes were scarlet. He kept chanting, "I'm gonna kill you... I'm gonna kill you...", as if he was chanting a spell.

Sherman's hands and feet were all deadly chill, and her body kept shaking. She could only keep stepping back.

Obviously, the man would not let her go. He approached closer and grinned, "You ruined my life! You broke up my family! I will not let you go!"

Then Sherman figured out that the man was a psycho!

He laughed hideously while his left hand kept beating his chest vigorously. He looked extremely horrible.

Suddenly, the man went crazy. He raised the knife

with both hands and swung it down toward Sherman's belly. Just as the tip of the knife was about to touch her belly, suddenly, the man's eyes widened and he collapsed to the ground.

Finally, Sherman regained her breath. She looked upward, only to see Kingsley standing there. He bluntly kicked the man away.

She gulped for fresh air. Her face was pale. Seeing him, immediately she felt safe. Her eyes welled up with tears. She felt like crying. She had just been really scared.

Kingsley's face was awful and gloomy. But he carried her up very gently. His voice was soft after suppression, "It's okay. I'm here..."

I'm here', three simple words shattered the last vestiges of her strength...

"This neighborhood's management fees are high. You took the money. But how the hell did you work? I'll be waiting for your manager's apology and explanation!"

The police had already done the forensics. One of them said, "Mr. Wright, we're taking both of the two back to the police station."

Kingsley averted his eyes and nodded slightly. Staring at the mental patient who had passed out on the ground, Kingsley was cold and indifferent, but a storm was gathering in his eyes.

After they all left, Kingsley carried Sherman in his strong arms and sat her on his lap. He asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Sherman's heart was now settled. She shook her head, "But why didn't you leave?"

"I was waiting for the light in your room to come on before I left, but it hadn't been turned on after a long time. I thought it was strange, so I went upstairs..." Kingsley's voice was low, and his movements were gentle. "You can't live here anymore..."