It was indeed her fault...
Sherman walked over and knocked on the door of the room gently, "Open the door. I need to get something."
Sherman continued, "Can you open the door? I need to change my shoes."
Then a low but angry male voice came out through the door, "I won't open the door. Please leave!"
"I'm sorry... But I have to say... This is my apartment and my bedroom. Maybe you should leave..." After a while, Sherman said.
There was no sound inside the room. Sherman curiously put her ear to the door, but she couldn't hear any sound.
She thought that he should be more angry.
She stood there for a moment. She was about to say something when the bedroom door suddenly opened from the inside.
She didn't expect to stumble forward. Then she immediately withdrew her feet and stood firm.
Kingsley stood in front of her. He had already taken off his bathrobe. At this time he was wearing a black suit, which was angular and straight.
But he wasn't as gentle as usual. He was as indifferent and distant as when they had encountered for the first time.
Before she said something, he had already left quickly. She just smelled the faint fragrance of shower gel.
The shower gel was selected by Sherman, which had a faint orange aroma.
Sherman came back to her senses and then chased him. But he was tall with long legs. He had already taken the elevator downstairs and sat in the car.
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