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. Apparently, the doctor had already examined her. His dark, deep eyes kept staring at her for a long time. Then Kingsley drew back his arm and got up and stepped aside. He didn't say anything to Sherman. He lit a cigarette and stood there in silence. The smoke rose slowly. Kingsley’s face was in the smoke, and Sherman could not see his expression clearly. Lee came over and brought a glass of water. "Ms. Holmes, Mr. Wright had been looking for you all night. Since he got your call last night, he had sent people looking for you. The entire woods were on fire, but Mr. Wright broke in, despite us all trying to stop him. Look at his clothes." Sherman's gaze shifted down. Then she noticed that Kingsley’s light blue trench coat had been torn by branches and smoked black. His suit pants and leather shoes were all torn. The man looked like he had crawled out of a pile of ashes. Also, on the side of his face and on his jaw, there were scratches from branches, light or deep, even on the back of his hands. And his lips were dry. Sherman stared at Kingsley. She couldn't imagine how he found her during the time she was missing. Sherman opened her lips, but she didn't say a word in the end. She looked around, but she didn't see Luke, so she whispered to Lee, "Where's Mr. Bennington?" Lee carefully peeked at Kingsley. Then he whispered, "Mr. Wright kicked him to the hell, and he was badly injured. Finally, when Mr. Wright wasn't looking, they secretly carried him away." Sherman wanted to ask more. Just then, Kingsley exhaled a puff of smoke from his thin lips. He flicked the butt off his fingers and twisted it out with his foot. He commanded, his voice deep, "Let's go back downtown!" Two nurses walked forward and carefully placed Sherman on a stretcher. Then they gingerly placed her in the car. Sherman sat up slightly and looked at Kingsley, but she saw the man turn around and step into another car. On the way, Sherman's eyes were fixed on that car. Her palms squeezed slightly. She knew Kingsley must be angry. She had never seen Kingsley being so angry. Lee was sitting beside Sherman. So she asked Lee, "How did you find me there?" "Not long after Mr. Wright got your call, he suddenly asked our men to check your trail. Till evening, our men found out that you were in the woods. Then we immediately drove there. But by the time we got here, the fire was raging. Mr. Wright didn't say a word. He rushed into the woods directly…" Lee thought back to when they arrived at the woods. Although it was all over, when he thought of Kingsley’s desperate dark eyes, he still felt terrified. When Kingsley tried to rush into the woods, everyone stopped him. He would certainly have lost his life if he rushed into the fire at that time. Then Kingsley exploded with rage. He broke free from their block. His grim, hard-lined face looked frightening. "Even if I will lose my life, I will go in. I have to go! You all stay there!"