In the bathroom, Kingsley tried helping Sherman to wash up, but Sherman refused and said, "You are making me feel that I am not capable of managing my own life. I should not let it continue like this anymore because you will get sick of me very soon. I'd better be independent."
"You are spoiling the fun..." Kingsley had no choice and was quite reluctant to let go of his hand.
But Sherman grabbed his hand and leaned her face closer to him, "Go ahead."
Kingsley stared at her, "Aren’t you going to be independent?"
"You can help me on Monday and Tuesday, and I can wash up by myself from Wednesday to Sunday," she looked up and said in a very natural way without any bashfulness.
"Why haven't I found out you are so naughty earlier..." he laughed out.
Sherman shrugged, "Because I am good at hiding.
Actually I am a genie."
Kingsley smiled. Actually he never stopped smiling, and he had never felt so relaxed and happy before. Warm water sprinkled all over her face.
It was hard to describe the feeling of meeting such a woman who was able to make him happy and relaxed in regards to both his mind and body.
She lifted her face, feeling quite comfortable and enjoyable.
Afterward, he drove her to the company.
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