Sherman swallowed the egg in her mouth and said, "I have woken up and will go to the company immediately."
"I'm at your apartment. Don't worry. Take your time." Kingsley's voice was gentle.
However, Sherman widened her eyes, 'Has he arrived?'
She didn't have time to drink milk. She picked up her bag and left the apartment.
The silver car stopped downstairs. Sherman opened the door and sat in. The man looked gentle. "Go to have breakfast?"
"I've already eaten a fried egg." She wiped her mouth. Just now she hurriedly went out and forgot to wipe.
Kingsley's deep gaze swept across her cheeks. "You still need a glass of orange juice or milk..."
Sherman thought that there was something on her mouth, so she wiped it again with a red face and stared at him. "Is there anything?"
Kingsley smiled, started the car, and drove towards the breakfast bistro.
He ordered a lot. He gave Sherman a bowl of soup and a glass of milk, but she was too full to drink them.
Kingsley tapped the glass with his big and slender hand. "It's not that much. You can finish..."
Sherman frowned, but she felt warm in her heart. She drank the milk and even finished the soup.
Kingsley had a bowl of soup and some bread, and drank a cup of coffee elegantly.
After breakfast, it was almost time to work. She asked him to send her to the corner of the company.
Kingsley stared at her with gentle eyes. He didn't say anything. When she got out of the car, he handed her a bag of fruit, which was the freshest. "Remember to call me when you get off work..."
"Okay," Sherman replied. He was indeed a perfect man, and he could think of everything so thoughtfully.
When Sherman walked into the office, her heart was still beating fast. She stood up and looked downstairs through the window.
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