The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 893

Kingsley's big bony hands rubbed his brows. "You know that I never like to be disturbed."

She took a step back, "I can live in Luke's home."

"It seems that you were not listening to what I said. I don't want you to stay in Santabaca..." When he said this, his expression was still gentle.

However, Merlin still refused, "Kingsley, I'm not in good health. I can't take the plane twice in a day."

Kingsley didn't continue this topic. He asked her," Where's your luggage?"

Merlin said it was on the baggage carousel.

Kingsley asked Lee to get her luggage. Merlin followed him, with a smile on her red lips.

After taking two steps forward, Merlin stretched out her hand and held Kingsley's arm intimately. She followed his footsteps and called him hubby again.

Coincidentally, Billy waited at the VIP lounge next door. When he returned from the bathroom, he happened to see that scene.

With a playful smile on his thin lips, he leaned against the wall lazily and watched them with interest. In the end, he took out his mobile phone and took a few

photos.

The distance between them wasn't far. He could clearly hear the woman calling him hubby.

It was an interesting turn of events. It seemed that the man surnamed Wright had already married.

If that was the case, then, Sherman...

Squinting his eyes, Billy was still wondering when his assistant came over and said that the president of the WA had arrived.

Billy asked his assistant to book a five-star hotel and a restaurant in advance. Then, he reached out to tidy his suit and tie and went to the VIP lounge.

On the other side.

Grace called Sherman at noon, and they had lunch together.

Grace didn't say anything about her and Charlie.

Sherman didn't ask her either. But in the end, Grace still said something that the situation became complicated.

This sentence was a little vague. Sherman didn't know what she wanted to say. The situation became complicated. What did she mean?

Grace refused to say anything more. She began to eat lunch and gave her a down jacket, which was bright red.

Sherman felt that she didn't like the color. It was too conspicuous and a little coquettish...

Kingsley leaned over slightly and held her slightly cold hands in his warm palms. After a while, he let go of her. "Your fingers are still stiff at this moment. If you drive the car, I will be worried. Ten minutes later, your body will warm up. Then I'll let you drive..."

Ten minutes later, when Sherman was driving, Kingsley drank coffee. He was holding a coffee cup with a light and gentle smile.

There were very few people on the yacht, let alone people who were fishing. Standing on the deck and facing the whistling cold wind, Sherman shivered and shrank.

They were fishing in the cold wind. She was a little regretful.

However, it was obviously too late. He was already tidying up the fishing rod. Sherman didn't wear much. At this moment, she felt like she was soaked in cold water.

After hanging the bait, Kingsley sat on the chair and looked at Sherman, whose face was blue. He shook his head helplessly and waved at her.

Sherman walked over, stamped her numb feet, and asked him, "How long will it take to catch a fish?"

"No one has ever asked me such a question..." he replied.

After thinking about it, Sherman agreed. Some people couldn't catch a fish in the whole afternoon, while some people would catch several fish.

He waved at her again, and Sherman was puzzled. As she approached, Kingsley directly hold her into his arms.

His chair was very big. He casually pulled his black coat over and covered her inside.