Chapter 783

Chapter 783

All the way, Kingsley didn't say a word. His long body was half leaning on the leather seat. His eyes were closed as he was pretending to sleep. He seemed to have a bad cold.

Sherman felt guilty. The car was quiet. Only the soft breathing could be heard.

Lying in the bathtub, the warm water washing her body, Sherman involuntarily recalled the conversation she had with Kingsley at the bistro on the South Lane.

She seemed to clearly remember every concise word he said and the look in his eyes...

She felt her heart skip a bit. Sherman took a deep breath, held back her feelings, and then shook her head lightly.

At this point, she felt exhausted. She, who was deeply heartbroken, simply didn't have the energy, mood, or courage to face a new relationship.

Also, she intuited that she couldn't afford to mess with a man like him. And she knew she didn't deserve him.

A yoga class was playing on the TV. She had almost recovered recently, so she thought it would be good for her t