The waiters were serving the food, but he still held her hand on the table.
"Since we are in love, we should do what normal lovers do..." Kingsley said in a low voice. He looked at her intently.
Sherman didn't say anything. Her face was flushed. After a while, she said, "Why do I think that everything you say makes sense?"
Whether the words that convinced her last night or these words, Sherman couldn't refute him.
After a moment, Kingsley raised his eyebrows and said, "I won't say words that don't make sense..."
"You are too arrogant." She laughed lightly.
"No. This is what my age and experience have given m e..." He said, "As I said, my life is not like a blank sheet of paper. It is rich, full and complex."
Sherman was really very curious about his life. In what kind of environment did such a man grow up?
After dinner, it was already ten o'clock. While driving the car, Kingsley asked her, "Shall we walk down the street?"
Stroking her bulging stomach, Sherman nodded,"
Good idea."
The silver Mulsanne was parked by the river. It was too cold and too late, so there were few people by the river.
The river was flowing slowly, and ripples appeared on the river because of the wind. It was a bit cold and Sherman's coat was thin. She couldn't help but hugged herself.
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