"A doll?" His thin lips curled, "Do I remind you of a doll?"
This kind of question... How was she supposed to answer? If she said yes, probably no man would think being associated with a doll was a good thing, but if she said no, she didn't know how to cover up the lie.
Mabel Quinn fell silent for a mont.
"Do you like dolls?" he asked again.
"When I was little... I kind of liked them." She replied vaguely. When her parents took her brother out to play, she would stay ho and play house with those dolls.
The dining table fell silent again.
Mabel Quinn held the milk cup in her hand, took a sip, and glanced secretly at Kyle Kinston, only to find his gaze was still fixed directly on her.
Feeling a bit awkward and about to look away, she heard Kyle Kinston say, "If you want to look at , you don't have to sneak a peek. I've never said you can't look at ."
The milk she hadn't swallowed almost spurted out.
His words... Why did they sound as if he was encouraging her to look at him?!
She was a bit dazed and, after a while, finally managed to swallow the milk in her mouth, "K-Kyle, I want to have a proper conversation with you."
"Alright, but I have no interest in discussing business at the dining table," he said indifferently.
So Mabel Quinn hurriedly finished her breakfast and then followed Kyle Kinston to the study.
"What do you want to talk about?" He sat on the sofa in the study, composed and elegant.
"Mr. Kinston, I want to say that I have no intention of signing your so-called contract. I've also said that I don't plan to beco anyone's private possession, so please let go ho as soon as possible. I won't tell anyone about that night, and I won't cause you any trouble in the future," Mabel Quinn said.
"What if I say that if you don't sign this contract, you won't be able to leave here, what will you do?" he asked nonchalantly.
She was taken aback, "Why?"
"Because holding you feels quite nice."
"That night, did you... Did you mistakenly take so dicine you shouldn't have?" she guessed, recalling his state at the ti, it seed a bit like it, "Maybe you just felt that way because of that, but if you were in your normal state, you wouldn't feel the sa."
"Why not give it another try?"
Try? Try what? Mabel Quinn was puzzled, then saw Kyle Kinston already standing up, and with a sweep of his long arm, he pulled her straight into his embrace.
She stared wide-eyed in surprise, about to push Kyle Kinston away.
However, her hand was just resting against his chest, not exerting much force yet, when his cool voice already sounded beside her ear, "Dare to try pushing away?"
"..." Mabel Quinn's body stiffened, was this a threat?
"Do you think I was on drugs?" he asked abruptly.
"Wasn't it?" After all, that night in the car, he seed quite abnormal. She couldn't forget how his handso face seed to be twisted with both pain and pleasure.
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