A Contract Marriage After a ONS novel Chapter 800

Sherman would blush before, but not so often. When Sherman was staying with him, Sherman blushed a lot.

Sherman didn't know if it was because she was too shy in front of Kingsley, or it was because Kingsley was good at talking hot.

It seemed that Kingsley hadn't talked hot. But then even ordinary words from his mouth were like honeyed words, sweet and tantalizing.

Soon they arrived at the apartment building. Sherman got off and gave back his black coat.

It was already late. It was nearly ten o'clock. She had t o get up early for work tomorrow morning. And she felt too embarrassed to invite him to her home again.

Fortunately, he did not offer to get in her house either but asked her in a gentle tone what time she would go to work.

"6:40 am." She replied. She had to get up early in the morning to take the subway, otherwise, she would be late for work.

He nodded and asked her to have an early night. She, i n return, told him to drive carefully.

Back in her room, Sherman turned on the light and

turned around. Her eyes unexpectedly fell on the mirror behind her, and she saw her reflection in the mirror.

Her cheeks were pink and burning at this moment. The pink lipstick on her lips had almost gone and there were marks left by kisses. Seeing this, her cheeks got hotter.

The time Kingsley returned to the villa, Luke was sitting on the sofa with steak and red wine in front of him, enjoying himself.

Hearing the sound, Luke looked up and then winked a t Kingsley, "I heard that you were with that pregnant woman?"

"Who tell you about it?" After hanging his coat on the coat hanger, Kingsley sat down on the sofa.

"Lee," Luke said he didn't understand him. "Why do you like her? You had all kinds of women around you, who are beautiful, sexy, cute, innocent, or mature. And as long as you want, they will scramble to be your girlfriend."

Kingsley casually put his hand in the pocket of his suit pants and took a cup of warm water, "They are not the kind of women that I like ..."

"Then, what kind of women do you like, Mr. Wright?" Luke frowned, "So, you love her?" "Love often evolves from an initial crush on someone."

Kingsley turned around and refilled his glass.

"So, it means you are just attracted to her." Luke picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "Kingsley, have you ever heard of the saying, 'Sometimes before the seeds of crush can sprout in abundance, they are nipped in the bud by the disgust bred over time.' To be honest, she doesn't deserve you!"

"Then who deserves me? You?" Kingsley turned around. Holding a glass of water in his right hand, his left hand casually put in the pocket of his suit pants, Kingsley stared at Luke and said sternly, "She is now my woman, I do not like to hear anyone say she isn’t good, especially you, Luke. Whether she deserves me o r not, it is up to me."

Luke paused and then smiled, "Well, well, I got it."

In the private room of the bar.

On the long table, there were bottles, fruit, and scattered cigarette boxes.

Billy was sitting in the middle with Natalie on his left, who looked pure and seductive.

Last time Billy came to the class reunion with Sherman, and this time with Natalie.