“So, are you going to leave in my pyjamas?” Kingsley asked her with a wry smile.
It was only then Gianna realized what she was wearing at the moment.
She gritted her teeth, “Where are my clothes?”
“Thrown.”
“Kingsley Walker!”
“It’s all your vomit on it. Are you sure you still want it?” Kingsley raised his eyebrows.
What the hell!
Since it was all thrown away, she could only leave with his clothes on or be naked!
Someday, she would be so angry with Kingsley that she would explode with anger on the spot.
She tried to calm herself down, “I’ll have someone to sent you a new set by tomorrow.”
Apparently, she was going to wear them away and compensate him with a new set of pyjamas.
“That won’t be necessary.” Kingsley smiled, “I’ve prepared a set of clothes for you, Ms. Morris.”
Gianna was speechless. Why didn’t he say so?
“It’s inside the cloakroom on the right of the room that you just slept in.”
Gianna had then quickly gone upstairs.
Kingsley smiled while looking at Gianna’s back.
Inside the cloakroom.
Gianna wore the clothes Kingsley had prepared for her one by one.
Got to say, Kingsley had an eye for beauty.
Although to Gianna, the designs from ten years ago were quite outdated, this khaki trench coat, black bottoming shirt, and skinny nine-quarter pants were really a timeless classic.
The most surprising thing for Gianna was that the bra and panties fitted so well.
Last night, Kingsley, that slag, must have done something to her…
Don’t mind it.
Gianna didn’t want to bother it.
Or else, did she have to look back at him too?
She went downstairs after changing her clothes.
Kingsley was currently sitting on the sofa, watching TV.
Seeing Gianna’s hurried footsteps, he asked faintly, “Does it fit?”
“Can’t you see it?” Despite telling herself not to get angry, there was just no way to be calm with Kingsley.
“I can’t.” Kingsley said.
After saying that, he even looked meaningfully over to her chest.
Gianna sharply pulled her trench coat tightly.
She didn’t want to bother with Kingsley anymore and ran out of the villa.
Just as she walked out of the villa, she saw an expensive black car parked there. A man in a black suit with white gloves was standing next to the vehicle.
“Hello, Ms. Morris. I am Osborn Hughes, Mr. Walker’s driver. I’ve been ordered to take you back.” The man said respectfully.
Gianna was moved slightly.
Kingsley always had a way to make her feel warm after pissing her off.
This demon.
Gianna smiled faintly, “Thank you.”
“you’re welcome, Ms. Morris. Please have a seat.” Osborn opened the back seat car door for Gianna.
After Gianna sat down.
Only then did Osborn return to the driver’s side and slowly drive away.
The moment she left, Gianna couldn’t help but glance at the villa behind her.
It was such a luxurious building, and it seemed that Kingsley lived alone here.
Although Kingsley was Gianna’s nemesis in her previous life, she got to know him about his capabilities, not his personal affairs. So, she didn’t know whether Kingsley lived with the Walker family or not.
Gianna pondered, feeling that Kingsley was hiding a lot.
And what she knew about him in her previous life, was she really understanding him?
Her eyes moved slightly as she spoke seemingly casually, “Mr. Hughes”
“Yes, Ms. Morris.” Osborn responded.
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