"I've come to thank you in person. You've done me so many favors. I'm really grateful for everything. And I feel deeply sorry for the trouble I brought you." She was a little awkward. Saying the words, she couldn't help but tuck the hair which had fallen loose behind her ears frequently.
His eyes were narrowed, and his voice was unusually husky and low, "A fruit basket again?"
Sherman was dumbfounded. Then she remembered that last time she also brought him a fruit basket. She felt a little embarrassed. "I didn't know what you would like, so I brought you some fruits."
"Come on in..." Kingsley's thin lips curled up slightly. Then he turned around and walked into the villa.
Sherman followed him behind. The villa was neat and clean as it was on her first visit, without a speck of dust in sight. Few men would keep a house so neat and clean.
His tall figure was standing back against her. A few minutes later, he walked over, carrying a cup of coffee and a glass of milk.
She sensed that he seemed to notice every tiny detail. She wondered what kind of family or what kind of environment could bring up a man like him.
He had added a little sugar in the milk. The taste was not too pure or too sweet. It was just right. She took a sip, and then she said, "It should have been me to clean the car seat. I'm really sorry."
"It's OK. It was no big deal. Lee was to bring you the wallet you left in the car. He ran into the accident you had...” He explained casually. Taking a sip of his black coffee, he asked, "Are you feeling better?"
"Yes, I feel much better." She twitched the corner of her mouth. Being in the same room with Kingsley, she was so tensed up that she felt it was a bit suffocating.
He was too elegant and too noble. He didn't seem like the kind of man easy to come around.
Kingsley looked elegant and gentle, but he had eyes as keen as a hawk's. "You are a little tense..."
Sherman didn't try to disguise it. She nodded her head. She was indeed a little tense. She didn't know what she should talk to him about, or what topics he would be interested in.
"You're frank. But you don't need to be nervous. We can talk about whatever we want. Any topic is fine with me." His lips curled up a bit more. He hadn't seen her tense previously.
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