Chapter 124
Upon landing in the capital, Kingsley bypassed the office and went straight to
Sherwood Manor. The board members, unable to reach him yesterday, had resorted to calling the matriarch, Old Mrs. Sherwood.
As he stepped into the living room, a servant greeted him respectfully. “Mr.
Kingsley p>
Old Mrs. Sherwood was sitting primly on the sofa. Seeing him enter, her expression darkened. “So, you finally decided to come back p>
“Didn’t you ask me to?” Kingsley handed his coat to the servant while unbuttoning his cuffs with practiced ease, rolling his shirt sleeves up to his forearms before lazily sinking into the sofa opposite her.
Old Mrs. Sherwood’s eyes were sharp. “Don’t play dumb with me. Is that what I’m talking about p>
Kingsley took the tea the servant had just poured, took a sip, and spoke calmly. “Work is finished, so naturally, I returned p>
“I never saw you running off to Switzerland before. Were you planning to live there permanently?” Her tone was laced with anger. “The directors of two companies were calling my phone. Do you expect these old bones to go sit in the office and manage affairs for you p>
“I have a handle on the work,” Kingsley replied, his demeanor unruffled.
Old Mrs. Sherwood knew perfectly well that he had never given anyone a moment’s worry over his studies or his career. She had once assumed his marriage would follow the same smooth path. How wrong she had been.
She shifted tactics, striking directly at the heart of the matter. “You aren’t trying to win Lucy back, are you p>
Kingsley ignored the question entirely. “Was the food at lunch too salty p>
She shot him a cold glare. “Keep playing the fool. Lucy has a strong spine. You’re only going to embarrass yourself p>
With that, she stood up and walked toward the inner rooms without looking back Kingsley watched her, retreat for a moment before beading upstairs to the bathroom.
ove
Twenty minutes later, Kingsley emerged from the shower wrapped loosely in a white bathrobe. The collar hung open, revealing sharp collarbones and the defined contours of his abdominal muscles-four distinct packs shifting slightly under damp skin. The line at his waist disappeared into the robe’s hem. Every
movement exuded a post-shower laziness that couldn’t mask the latent power in his lean, tight frame.
Another ten minutes passed before he walked out of the walk-in closet, dressed in
an impeccable three-piece suit, his jacket draped casually over his arm.
On the stairs, he ran into Wilma, the housekeeper. She smiled. “It’s nearly noon. Won’t you eat before you go p>
“I’m busy. Going now,” Kingsley said without stopping. Then he added, “Tell the kitchen to go easy on the salt p>
“Oh, you,” Wilma scolded gently, her tone affectionate. “Careful the Madam doesn’t hear you nagging p>
At the Sherwood Group
headquarters, Kingsley walked into
his office to find files stacked like mountains on his desk. He frowned. Before he could even sit Shane walked in hugging another pile of urgent documents.
Kingsley glanced at the stack. “Where is the Vice President? Not in the office p>