The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 897

Sherman finally said the words out.

"In the past, I always felt that I could have it all. My marriage with her contains a lot, the love of friends, the guilty conscience of my parents, and the fulfillment of her last dream. In the end, there is nothing that can make the best of both worlds."

Kingsley wrapped his arm around her slender waist and couldn't help but hold her harder. His deep eyes darkened, and he inhaled the smell of her body with a sense of reluctance. He was most afraid of her saying such words.

It was still snowing outside. She was definitely late for work and was in a bad mood, so she decided not to go to work.

Suddenly, she was a little exhausted when she walked on the road. She was more obsessed with this relationship than she had thought.

The snow was falling heavily and the weather was even colder. There were no cars on the road at all.

Suddenly, the very familiar silver Mulsanne stopped at her side. The window was rolled down, and it was Kingsley. He said, "It's cold outside. Get in."

Sherman did not seem to hear him and continued to

walk forward.

Kingsley knew very well that she did not want to sit in the same car with him.

Kingsley opened the car door and came out. He was obviously in a hurry to go out, because he didn’t wear a coat, but just a black sweater.

He clutched her wrist, "Let the driver take you back t o Santabaca. I have urgent things to do at the moment. I'm not going back for now. It's hard to get a taxi here."

Having something urgent to do and not being able t o go back was just his excuse, because she didn't want to be with him.

The weather was indeed too cold. So Sherman did not insist. After she sat in the back seat, the driver started the car and left.