A Contract Marriage After a ONS novel Chapter 812

As he spoke, Kingsley leaned down to pick up the bowls on the table and gazed deeply at her. "You will never be my guest, so I don't want me to be your guest either. You don't need to be polite to me, and I will respect you."

When Sherman heard those words, her heart couldn't stop pounding.

When Kingsley came out after washing the dishes, Sherman handed him the towel and pointed to the documents on the coffee table. "I still have some documents to sort out."

"You sort out the documents while I watch TV. I won't disturb you." Kingsley wiped his hands and sat on the sofa.

Sherman also sat down and started dealing with the documents. There was still a little bit of work left to do today, so she had to get it done.

The TV was on and Kingsley's eyes turned slightly. He looked at the woman beside him on whom he had a crush.

The light was yellowish, neither too bright nor too dull. The color was soft and warm.

She appeared to have forgotten his presence. She sat there, sometimes biting her pen, sometimes frowning. A few strands of hair fell, obscuring her view.

Sherman lifted her hair behind her ears and casually tied it into a ponytail, revealing her fair face.

Kingsley's eyes softened and he smiled slightly, enjoying the peace and warmth.He looked towards the television, enjoying this kind of time together.

Kingsley got up, his smoky gray trousers glowing. He went to the water fountain, filled a glass of warm water, and then placed it next to her hand.

Sherman was thirsty. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the glass. She picked it up and drank it contentedly.

After half an hour of work, she looked up and inadvertently saw the gray suit trousers, which reminded her of the man beside her.

Sherman's gaze went upwards to see Kingsley leaning casually on the sofa. His long legs elegantly folded, holding his glass of water. The TV was playing a football game without sound.

Obviously, Kingsley was worried that making a sound would disturb her work.

'I've never seen anyone more attentive and gentle than him.'

The TV was broadcasting the football game live without sound. 'It was surprising that he could watch i t.'

'The warm water was also prepared by him.' Sherman felt warm inside.

"Is there something you don't understand?" Kingsley placed the glass elegantly on the coffee table and watched her gently.

She came to her senses and shook her head, "Not yet."

"If you get a problem, then tell me. Don't agonise alone. I'm not sitting here as a decoration." His voice was husky.

Sherman pursed her dry lips. "If there is, I'll tell you."

At that moment, her phone rang and she picked it up," Hello?"