There was no one around. He sat on the edge of the flowerbed. His dark and thick hair fluttered with the wind, and he remained calm.
Sherman was silent for a few seconds and continued walking forward, with no intention of dodging him.
She was far away from him, but he seemed to notice her. He suddenly turned around and gazed at her from afar.
The moment their eyes met, sherman could not help shivering as if an electric current were running through her.
Kingsley returned the glass to the security guard and thanked him with a smile. Then he walked forward step by step.
Sherman stood in place, pulling the bag that was sliding down from her shoulders.
His gray suit pants were graceful. He took big steps closer to her.
They were far apart, but Sherman could feel the strong and compelling aura around him.
Eventually, Kingsley stood very close to her. Maybe he had been sitting for too long; his handsome face was slightly frozen.
He tugged his sexy and thin lips and said in a low voice.
"I've been waiting for you for three hours..."
His voice was low but melodious.
"Why did you get into his car? Since you loathe him, you don't need to get into his car. Even if you wanted t o dodge me, you didn't need to do that. I don't want to see you get in his car because of me..."
He was so close to her that his low and fiery exhale fell all over her head.
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