"Come here. Have some breakfast." He beckoned to her.
Sherman walked over. She looked at the table and narrowed her eyes slightly, "We're having fish soup early in the morning?"
"I caught it at fishing last evening. I told the cook to make it a lighter way. Have a taste. If you don't like it, I also had asked them to prepare porridge." His eyes were tender.
Hearing him mention last night, Sherman blushed impulsively, and she felt her cheeks burning. It was obvious that she remembered last night's frenzy of passion.
Since it was the fish he caught, she would definitely love to taste it.
She had two small bowls of fish soup. It tasted good, very light and fresh. The taste lingered in her mouth after a taste.
Seeing Sherman liked it, Kingsley curled up the corners of his lips. There was satisfaction in his eyes and a hint of heaviness.
The breakfast was good. Sherman was in a good mood. Putting on light makeup, Sherman waited for
Kingsley to take her to the office.
It was a bit far from downtown, and the place was a little isolated. It was not convenient for commuting. There were no cabs or buses around.
"Wait a minute. I have something to talk to you about... " Kingsley sat down on the sofa. He looked a little more serious than usual.
Sherman was surprised. She wondered what he was going to talk to her. She walked over to him. His warm palm grasped her wrists and, with a gentle tug, he brought her into his arms. She was sitting on his lap. His arms encircled her waist.
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