But she had not even taken two steps when a force pressed down on her shoulder, and in the blink of an eye, she was pushed against the wall.
That handso face suddenly drew close to her, and his voice sounded in her ear, "I too want to know why you ended up in the sa bed with ."
Mabel Quinn felt as if her body had been frozen by him, completely unable to move. At this mont, he was extrely close to her, and perilously, she was only wrapped in a bed sheet that could slip away with the slightest carelessness.
"Yesterday, you...you had a fever. Dorian called over, so..." She trailed off, unable to continue. Should she say that it was because he clung to her persistently yesterday that she had no choice but to stay?
His dark phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. Did he have a fever again? His mory only went back to that day he left her apartnt. Suddenly, he didn’t know where to go, feeling a kind of restless frustration, as if he wanted to hold onto sothing but couldn’t.
He wandered the streets for a long ti until it rained, and only when he was tired of walking in the rain did he finally co to Dorian’s place. After that, his mory went blank.
And after that, he probably returned to the mindset he had when he was 5 or 6 years old.
"Did Dorian ask you to take care of ?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied.
"And what about you? Was it because you wanted to take care of , or just because it was Dorian’s request?" he asked again, his phoenix eyes fixed on her, as if he wanted to see right through her.
Mabel unconsciously swallowed the suddenly secreted saliva in her throat. After a mont, she said, "It was because of Dorian’s request."
"Really?" His presence was unconsciously exuding an aura that made people want to submit.
She took a deep breath and replied almost with a tone of finality, "Yes!"
In an instant, his expression turned very unpleasant, and the fingers pressing on her shoulder were continuously tightening, as if he was about to crush her shoulder.
Mabel couldn’t help but frown and exclaid, "It hurts!"
"So because of Dorian’s request, you’re even willing to stay here and take care of ?" His face moved even closer to her, his breath spraying onto her face.
She felt a bit dazed, staring blankly at the face that was increasingly magnified in front of her.
On her lips was a soft touch...was he kissing her?!
Her almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened, and she lifted her hand to push him away, but hesitated for a mont.
"Mabel Quinn, you can’t bring yourself to let go, can you?" he murmured. Actually, he couldn’t let her go; he was the one who couldn’t do without her. She would never know what it felt like for him when he opened his eyes and saw her by his side.
Unable to let go? Mabel was in a trance, not even knowing when the kiss ended, nor when he held her in his arms, "Don’t fall in love with anyone else."
His voice reached her ears, jolting her awake.
She looked up at him in surprise, "Kyle Kinston, do you know what you an by saying this? We’ve already broken up, are you asking to fall in love with you again? And what about you, will you love too?"
His thin lips were tightly shut. After a long while, he finally said, "I... won’t fall in love with anyone else again, but as long as you don’t fall for anyone else, then whatever you want, I can give it to you."
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