However, Mabel Quinn was still worried, "Are you really okay?" After all, she had seen him in that uncomfortable state several tis.
But strangely, every ti after he hugged her, he seed to quickly return to normal.
"Really," Kyle Kinston said. "Don’t I know my own body? Don’t worry, we’re getting married soon. If sothing were truly wrong, I wouldn’t just let it be. Alright, let’s continue with the photos in a bit."
"Okay." Mabel nodded and went back to the van with the makeup artist to touch up her makeup. It was only when Mabel got into the van that Kyle lightly lowered his eyes, looking down at his shadow... This pain is a precursor to the Full Moon, much lighter than the Full Moon’s pain.
Usually, he could suppress this kind of pain, at least externally, so others wouldn’t notice. But just now, the pain suddenly spread throughout his body, so violently that he couldn’t hide it.
Is the pain... intensifying?
The pain in the Kinston Family had been getting worse year by year, but the intensity of the pain just now was sowhat beyond his expectation.
No, maybe it’s better to say that after he t her, the pain actually beca more severe than before.
It’s like a painkiller; once you take it and beco addicted, when the painkiller is no longer there, you might feel the pain doubled.
Mabel Quinn had finished her makeup and was stepping out of the car when her phone, left in the car, suddenly rang. A staff mber handed her the phone, and as soon as Mabel saw the caller ID, she quickly answered it. On the other end of the line was Mrs. Harris’s anxious voice, "Miss Qin, I’m really sorry, but could you possibly co to the Harris residence now? Or should I send the driver to pick you up?"
Mabel quickly asked, "Auntie, what’s going on?"
"Daniel..." Mrs. Harris’s voice was heavy with nasal congestion, "He got caught in the rain last night and has a fever today. We’ve had the doctor check on him, and the doctor prescribed dication, but he just refuses to take it and keeps calling your na, as if he’s delirious from the fever. I’m worried that if he doesn’t take the dicine to bring the fever down, it might further affect his eyes. If he really needs surgery then, I’m afraid even the 50% chance won’t be possible."
As a mother, she was exhausted but had no other options, so she called, hoping that Mabel Quinn could persuade her son to take the dicine.
Mabel could hear the anxiety and helplessness in Mrs. Harris’s voice, so she comforted her, "Auntie, don’t worry. I..." She looked up at the shooting scene; the staff around were still waiting, just waiting for her to put down the phone and continue with the next shoot, and Kyle...
Her gaze t those deep dark eyes; he was watching her, standing not far away, waiting for her as well.
She took a deep breath, "Auntie, I have so things to take care of here. Once I’ve handled them, I’ll co over quickly. Don’t worry, I’ll get there as soon as I can."
"Good, good, then I’ll be waiting for you. You must co quickly, Miss Qin, thank you, thank you!" Mrs. Harris said repeatedly.
Mabel put away her phone, and Kyle Kinston had already walked over, "What happened?" he asked.
She replied, "Kyle, can we postpone the next shoot? Just now Mrs. Harris called , saying that Daniel Harris has a fever and won’t take his dicine. She hopes I can go over there."
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