Chapter 1192

Chapter 1192 Kingsley was wearing a long, light blue trench coat and Sherman was lying in his arms. His breathing was ragged and rapid, "Wake up! Wake up, Sherman!" Finally, she managed to open her heavy eyelids with difficulty and saw Kingsley's face. His handsome face looked haggard and gloomy at that time. There was pale stubble on his chin. He looked very anxious. He kept patting Sherman's face. Sherman felt her throat dry and sore. She coughed softly and reached out to take his hand. Then she said in a hoarse voice, "You're hurting me, honey." At once, Kingsley's tall, strong body tensed up. He didn't speak or move. He just stared at her without blinking. His eyes were dark, peaceful, yet deep as pools of water. He seemed calm, but his heaving chest gave away his emotions. Sherman was a little uncomfortable with the way he looked at her. She felt a little nervous. She looked down and noticed that her wounds had been dressed and she was wearing a jacket. Ap