Sherman did not leave. Instead, she rang the doorbell again. This time, a voice came. "Please wait a moment."
After a while, the door of the villa opened, and Kingsley appeared in front of her. Donned in a bathrobe, he was wiping his wet hair. Apparently, he had just taken a shower.
As soon as he recognized Sherman, he raised his eyebrows slightly and moved his thin lips. "Sorry, I was taking a bath just now. Please come in."
Sherman could see that he was in a hurry because the bathrobe was not fastened, but she didn't expect him t o apologize. "It's okay. I came abruptly." She felt a bit awkward.
The villa was very large and clean. The floor on the ground was so bright that it could illuminate the shadows, and every part of the villa was indescribably well-crafted. Just like its owner, it was exquisite, outstanding, and elegant.
It was difficult for her to imagine that this was a place where a man lived because there was zero clutter. Exquisiteness and elegance were the only words to describe it.
"What do you want to drink? There is no milk. I don't think you can drink other beverages. Is honey water
okay?" He stared at her, but his voice was hoarse and husky.
"Yes, thank you." Sherman sat on the sofa, and she thought Grace really had a great eye for a man." What's wrong with your voice?"
His voice was much worse than yesterday. It was husky and as hoarse as sandpaper.
"I had a sore throat." Suddenly, he said, "Kingsley Wright."
Sherman was a little puzzled. "What?"
"My name..." he said.
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