The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 955

Sherman didn't say anything but went straight to pack her stuff.

Meanwhile, Billy squinted his narrow eyes and leaned lazily on the bed. He asked, "These days, it must have been a tough time for you, huh?"

Sherman didn't respond. She didn't want to know what he meant by that question.

"If you abort Kingsley's child and marry me, then I would be glad to get you out of the trouble." Billy made it clear enough.

Sherman sneered in response. She knew Billy was always proud but did he fancy every woman wanted him?

For the present, Sherman didn't want to taunt him. Besides, there was no need to talk too much to a selfish person like him, right?

Just as Sherman was about to leave, Billy threw out the words, "I'm waiting for your answer."

If it weren't for the fact that he got wounded because o f her, Sherman would have smashed her luggage bag into his face.

The moment she was about to step out of the ward, she answered him simply, "You would dream of it!"

Billy was not annoyed but laughed. He didn't believe that Kingsley could save her this time!

Sherman went to look for Yanny, but the door of her apartment was locked. Yanny was not home.

Sherman waited for her for a long time, but Yanny didn't come back. She had no choice but to go home.

When she got into the neighborhood, she saw the silver Mulsanne parked downstairs. Her heart swelled and flipped a bit, and her hand involuntarily touched her belly.

She had thought about telling him she was pregnant. But after her last failed marriage and learning more about the realistic society, she had to think twice.

Would he like the baby? Did he want to have a baby?

Kingsley was wearing a gray V-neck sweater which perfectly gave out his firm chest. Kingsley asked, "Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital? You've thrown up twice today. I think I have to take you to the hospital."

Sherman smiled faintly. She wrapped her arms around him and played cute with him, "I don't like the smell of medicine. I don't want to go to the hospital. Don't take me to the hospital, okay?"

Kingsley had never seen her begging him like this before. Immediately, his eyes became tender, as if he wanted to melt her in there. But he didn't give in, "We can ask the doctor to give you a shot. Is it OK?"

"No." She still refused, "I'll be fine tomorrow."

His long, sturdy body leaned against the wall behind him, his hands crossed around his chest, and his deep eyes gazed at her.

Sherman once said that Kingsley's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's.

She couldn't confront such a gaze, so she averted her eyes. At the moment she moved her eyes, a light flashed across the bottom of Kingsley's eyes. It was sharp, deep, but it vanished in no second.