Suddenly, he let out a light laugh, "If I really wanted to have a relationship with you, then I can have hundreds of ways to make you do things you don't want to do."
Mabel Quinn's body suddenly stiffened. Without figuring out the true aning behind Kyle Kinston's words, Kyle had already continued, "Is it just these things that need changing?"
"And the 'at your beck and call' in the contract, I also have to attend classes, complete my education, and live my own life. It's impossible to comply entirely. I can only say I will try to work around my free ti," she said. "Of course, you don't need to provide with any material things."
She reckoned that his interest in her was probably montary. Maybe after a while, he'd lose interest, and by then, she'd be truly free.
Kyle Kinston's eyes flickered, seeming to ponder her words, while Mabel Quinn almost held her breath waiting for his response.
"If we're very familiar, then you will be loyal to and never betray , right?" he asked, following up on her previous words.
"Uh... at least being familiar is the foundation, I guess." But sohow saying that felt a bit strange!
He pondered for a mont and said, "I can agree to your requirents, but if the ti I want to see you conflicts with your personal ti, I will take precedence."
"But..." She wanted to fight for so freedom, but he quickly replied coldly, "Don't test my patience; this is already my bottom line."
She was silent. Although the contract negotiation hadn't gone exactly as she had wished, overall, it wasn't too bad, she thought.
After hesitating for a mont, she couldn't help but ask, "I've been constantly denied entry to the Pub; the manager said there was an order from above. Was it you?"
"Yes, it was ." He admitted it straightforwardly.
"Then can you not do that in the future?" she asked.
He raised his eyebrow slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and took slow steps toward her. His tall figure quickly enveloped her in his shadow.
He raised a hand and lifted a strand of her hair that hung by her cheek. She instinctively wanted to move back, but he quickly said, "Don't move."
Mabel Quinn obediently stood still, allowing Kyle Kinston's finger pulp to gently caress her hair, not wanting to anger him at such a mont.
He looked down at her, her delicate eyebrows, a pair of dark almond eyes, an oval face that complented her features so well, a petite nose, and those faintly pink lips... Before coming to J City, he never expected that such a woman would be linked to him for life.
Their close proximity, his gesture, made Mabel Quinn quite uncomfortable, especially since it felt like his scent was wrapping around her nose.
How long does he intend to keep stroking her hair? Mabel Quinn began silently counting sheep in her mind, and just when she reached the twelfth sheep, his voice echoed suddenly by her ear, "I can give you ti to slowly get used to it, but you'd better rember, don't resist , understand?"
She suddenly looked up and t those deep, enchanting phoenix eyes. For an instant, she felt a chilling sensation, as if... she could never escape from his grasp.
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Coming back from Kyle Kinston's place, Mabel Quinn still felt a sense of unreality. Did she really sign such a bizarre contract with Kyle Kinston?
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