Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife Chapter 426 - 441 Skilled Worker

But... even if I had recognized Daniel Harris at that ti and explained everything to him, Daniel would still have chosen to believe Grace Yowell.

Many tis, she doesn’t believe in fate, but sotis, she wonders if everything is truly destined?

"Maybe those childhood mories are really just suitable to remain as mories," Mabel Quinn thought and said, "Kyle, I admit, when I heard Daniel say that you deceived him about this matter, I was a little bit bothered. It felt like I was also being manipulated by you, and regardless of whether you did it out of love, I don’t like this feeling of being manipulated."

Kyle Kinston quietly gazed at the person in front of him, but did she know that the only person who could make him so cautiously calculating was her?

"Okay, I understand. I won’t manipulate anything about you anymore," Kyle said, "I was wrong this ti. It won’t happen again."

The dignified CEO lowered his head and apologized to a woman; if the people at the Corporation saw this, they would surely be shocked.

When has the CEO ever apologized to anyone?

Mabel Quinn smiled gently at his words, letting the matter pass. "What do you want to eat tonight? I’ll cook for you."

"Anything is fine. As long as you make it, I will eat it," Kyle stated, whether it be sweet or bitter, tart or sad, he would eat it with relish.

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After buying so groceries at the supermarket, Mabel Quinn and Kyle Kinston returned to the Kingston estate, where Mabel began to busy herself in the kitchen. Since she planned to cook today, she had specifically asked the estate’s chef to leave the kitchen to her.

So now, the kitchen was clean and tidy.

Mabel prepared so ho-style dishes from the J City area. She washed the vegetables bought from the market, then began chopping. When she was about to gut the live fish she purchased, Kyle walked into the kitchen and said, "Let do it."

"Huh?" Mabel blinked in surprise, and before she realized it, Kyle had already taken a fish from the water bag, picked up a dium-sized knife, skillfully knocked the fish unconscious with a precise blow, descaled it with the back of the knife, then slit its belly, and with his long fingers, removed the internals one by one...

Mabel watched in amazent from the side, not only surprised by Kyle’s fluid motion in handling the fish but also astonished that he could make such an action seem elegant and noble, even with his hands covered in blood and scales, there was an unusual beauty about it.

"What’s wrong?" He turned his head after cleaning the fish, and saw her in an adorable state of astonishnt with her mouth agape.

"You’re so proficient at handling fish..." Mabel couldn’t think of any other word besides proficient to describe it.

"I’ve done it many tis, so I’ve beco proficient," he casually replied.

"..." She was speechless. Many tis? Was he a fishmonger in the past?

As if sensing her confusion, he calmly explained, "When I was young, sotis I would catch fish from the river, and if I wanted to eat them, I had to learn to clean them myself."

Mabel was montarily stunned, then she understood. Before the age of nine, he lived with his mother, which led to a childhood that was very different from ordinary children.