Mabel Quinn hadn’t had ti to speak again when Katherine Quinn, the little one, already spoke with a face of confusion, "Daddy isn’t living with us?"
"Right, he isn’t living with us," Mabel Quinn said.
"Why?" the little one asked.
"Just like Little Yi in your class, his daddy and mommy don’t live together either," Mabel Quinn said.
"Oh." The little one seed to understand and nodded, then turned to Kyle Kinston and said, "Then Daddy can help Ivy with her howork before saying bye-bye. Atlas said Mommy needs to rest more these days, and Ivy should be good and try not to tire Mommy out."
Kyle Kinston inexplicably felt a sour pain in his teeth. So his role was just to help with howork?
And the Atlas ntioned by the little one... that’s Atlas Shaw, right?
Thinking of that man, Kyle Kinston’s face darkened involuntarily. Naturally, he had researched so information about Atlas Shaw these days and knew this man is currently a hot shot movie star, whose appeal to won is known to all.
"Does Atlas Shaw co here often?" He directed this question at Mabel Quinn.
"This is my ho; whether he cos often seems unrelated to you, doesn’t it?" Mabel Quinn said indifferently.
Suddenly, Kyle Kinston took a step forward and grabbed Mabel Quinn’s arm, his face close to hers, and said, "Don’t forget, you’re still my wife." His voice was deliberately lowered, evidently not wanting the little one to hear.
Mabel Quinn smiled faintly, her gaze still indifferent as she looked at him, not bothering to avoid his face, as if no matter how close he got, it ant nothing to her.
"And you shouldn’t forget, I’ve told you I don’t love you at all anymore. If you want a divorce, anyti is fine."
"You..." He glared at her. Previously, he had never cared whether soone loved him, because he didn’t care at all.
But hearing this sentence from her mouth was extrely grating.
"Do you really not love ?" he asked, his phoenix eyes fixed tightly on her. At this mont, the distance between them was so close, and his senses were filled with her subtle yet pleasant scent. Her curled eyelashes, lovely nose, pink lips, and even those cold but still irresistibly intriguing almond eyes...
This woman, had he loved her deeply once? And just how deep was that love back then?
At this mont, he felt an irresistible intoxication. Only seeing her lips moving, but he couldn’t hear what she was saying, he only wanted to get closer to her, to have her, to possess her...
In his mind, fragnts of mories seed to flash again, with her smiling and saying to him, "Kyle, I like you."
"Kyle, I will strive to make you fall in love with !"
"Kyle, I will accompany you for a lifeti, and I definitely won’t let you feel lonely for a lifeti."
That smiling face was so beautiful, and those almond eyes were filled with love for him.
So beautiful... and it made him desire more.
Involuntarily, he wanted to kiss her lips but saw her suddenly turn her head away, the corner of her eye clearly showing rejection, "Kyle, don’t do this in front of the child, and don’t make hate you even more!"
In an instant, clarity returned to his gaze, only to see the little one looking at them with a face full of curiosity.
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