Chapter 982
Chapter 982
Sherman hadn't expected to be shut out. She didn't leave. Instead, she rang the doorbell and said to the camera, " I know I was wrong, so I came over to ask your forgiveness. Kingsley, forgive me please."
There was no sound. Kingsley stood inside the villa, facing the video with his arms over his chest. A rare childish hum came out of his nostrils.
"Forgive me, will you? I'm really sorry. This morning, I sat there and waited for you for an hour. I wanted to apologize to you with sincerity. But I didn't expect you to be so angry. I am very cold at the moment. My hands are cold, my feet are cold, and I can't hold on a bit. So I'll count to ten, and if you still don't open the door, then I'll have to leave. 1, 2, 3, 4...7, 8, 9, 10."
Moving his slender fingers slightly, Kingsley stood in place and didn’t answer.
He squinted upward, thinking that if she could hold on a little longer. If she could count to fifteen, he would definitely open the door.
Perhaps twelve would d

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