"Daddy is going to kiss mommy?" the little one asked.
"No." Mabel Quinn suddenly pulled her arm out of Kyle Kinston’s grasp, squatted down and said to her daughter, "Mommy will do your howork with you. It’s just that mommy hurt her foot, but doing howork won’t be tiring. Look, Ivy, how about you help mommy bring out the cushion from the room? Mommy will be more comfortable sitting."
"Okay." The little one imdiately headed to the bedroom.
Only then did Mabel straighten up, looking at Kyle Kinston, "Mr. Kinston, if there’s nothing else, please leave. If you want to see Ivy again, you can call ahead to make an appointnt next ti. But other than that, I think there’s no need for us to et."
"Mabel Quinn, must you reject every ti?" His voice was squeezed through clenched teeth.
"Yes, because no matter what you do, I will reject you ti and again. Because not loving is not loving. Even now, your so-called desire to be with is only because you know we were once in love, but you don’t have the mory of those feelings, do you? Forgetting ans that perhaps your love for wasn’t that deep. Mr. Kinston, you don’t need to waste your ti on anymore. I’m not interested in you." Her rejection was cold and indifferent.
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Was it because he didn’t love deeply enough that he forgot? No, his body felt otherwise; she was almost like a drug to him, and in front of her, he was nothing but an addict.
Earlier, just being close to her, slling her scent, made him lose his mind and beco intoxicated, even forgetting the presence of the little one in the room.
What exactly happened between them in the past? Dorian could indeed tell him so general things, but not the specific details of their interactions.
And now, he had an urgent yearning—for his mory to return. Perhaps only then could he know what their love was like back then.
His head seed to start aching slightly again, just like after the mory of her flashed through his mind earlier.
Was it she who fell in love with him first?
And how did he later co to love her? Was it only because of fate that he loved her, or was there sothing else?
Kyle Kinston raised his hand, gently rubbing his temple, instructing the driver in the front to drive.
Not far outside the neighborhood, a car was parked. Francine Howards sat inside, watching Kyle Kinston’s car drive away, her eyes revealing a sullen expression.
After little Katherine Quinn ca out of the bedroom, she didn’t see Kyle Kinston. From her mommy, she learned that the newly recognized daddy had left, but she didn’t fuss or clamor for daddy. To her, daddy was still quite unfamiliar.
Mabel Quinn started doing kindergarten parent-child howork with her daughter. The doorbell rang, and Mabel opened the door. Seeing Francine Howards at the entrance surprised her a bit, as it seed that in recent days, one by one, old friends and rivals had all co.
"Not going to invite in to sit?" Francine Howards gave a faint smile, posing a peaceful deanor.
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