"How could I not? I told her three stories and even sang and danced for her," Atlas Shaw said. His level of seriousness was even more intense than when he was acting. He mimicked the the songs of the cartoons the little one wanted to hear perfectly, even imitating the signature moves of the main characters from the cartoons.
If this were to be spread outside, it’s likely that all his fans would be dumbfounded, and his imitation would be hailed as a classic of ani COSPLAY, causing a frenzy.
In the end, Katherine Quinn did watch attentively, clapping energetically, but when it ca ti for bed, she still insisted that she would sleep only after her mommy told her a story.
Therefore, Atlas Shaw had no choice but to call for help.
Mabel Quinn couldn’t help but smile. "Turn on the speakerphone on your cell. I’ll tell Ivy a story," she said. She then covered the listening side of the phone and said to Kyle Kinston, "I’m going to tell a bedti story to my daughter; otherwise, the little one might not fall asleep."
Kyle Kinston pressed his thin lips together and remained silent, and Mabel took it as his tacit consent.
So she started telling a children’s story directly. Ever since having a child, she often looked through children’s storybooks. Her mory was quite good, and after reading enough, she didn’t need to read from the book anymore and could directly tell the stories.
At the mont, Mabel Quinn was telling the story over the phone with a lively and modulated voice, making it very vivid. She also varied her voice as much as possible for the different animals speaking.
Her face maintained a gentle smile throughout, causing Kyle Kinston beside her to gaze at her intently, lost in thought.
As if once upon a ti, he too wished for soone who could tell him stories like this, in the pitch-black night, amid the storm, when he was ho alone. He wished for a voice that could softly lull him to sleep...
Even after Mabel Quinn finished telling the story and ended the call, Kyle Kinston continued to gaze at her.
It was Mabel Quinn who, upon eting Kyle’s gaze, couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and sowhat at a loss. His way of looking at her made her feel as if he rembered her.
"Mr. Kinston, what’s wrong?" she cleared her throat and said.
Suddenly, he reached out his free left hand toward Mabel Quinn. As it was about to touch her cheek, Mabel swiftly moved and avoided his hand, solemnly saying, "Mr. Kinston, what are you trying to do?"
"Is it... too late?" he muttered, encountering her too late. If only it could have been a bit earlier, if only before she had fallen in love with anyone, would she still be as indifferent as she is now?
He understood clearly what his appearance and family background could attract in a woman. Yet in her eyes, he saw no fascination. Instead, it was he who, monts ago, seed to have been enchanted, lost in her voice, in her smile.
In that mont, it seed the world contained only her, and he was so irresistibly drawn to her.
Is this because of his fate? Because she is his destiny, she gives him this feeling?
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