"Thank you," Mabel Quinn said. If it weren’t for him, how could that manager have apologized to her?
"Today, I just happened to hear it over the phone. If I hadn’t heard it, would you have even told ?" he asked.
She remained silent, but her expression had already answered everything.
Kyle Kinston slowly stood up, looking down at Mabel Quinn, "So originally, you didn’t plan on telling about this, did you?"
His voice seed to carry a faint chill.
Mabel Quinn couldn’t help but tremble slightly, "If I were to tell you every ti I got upset outside, wouldn’t that annoy you to death?"
He let out a light laugh, though it seed the laughter didn’t reach his eyes, "Do you often get upset outside?"
"Actually, not often. Today was... sowhat of an exception," she said.
"Then why not tell how exactly today was an exception?" he said, walking over to the bar, taking a bottle of wine, and pouring so into a glass, his phoenix eyes glancing over at her, "Want so?"
She quickly shook her head, "I don’t drink."
He took a light sip of wine, leisurely waiting for her to tell her story.
She had no choice but to roughly recount the conflict with Lyra Grant in the restaurant. Of course, she didn’t ntion her past grievances with Lyra Grant or what exactly Katie wanted her to help with.
Kyle Kinston, after listening, asked, "So did you feel relieved after today’s incident?"
"What?" She didn’t quite understand what he ant at first.
"If you still feel like you can’t let go of the anger from this, then you can say what it would take to feel relieved. Do you want that manager to never be able to make a living in J City again? Or have that colleague of yours fall from grace so they can’t be arrogant in front of you? Or perhaps you want that restaurant to close down tomorrow and change ownership?" Kyle Kinston said lightly, as if the things he ntioned were insignificant and as if he could achieve them with a simple gesture.
In an instant, Mabel Quinn felt a heavy oppression. A person like him could easily control the fate of others, much like the fate of Katie’s boyfriend was currently in his grasp.
"What’s wrong? Why did your face suddenly turn so pale?" he approached her, raising a hand to touch her cheek.
Almost instinctively, she turned her head aside, avoiding his hand.
His hand fell empty, paused mid-air, and his phoenix eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if trying to see right through her.
In the next mont, his hand abruptly clamped down on her jaw, forcing her face to face him directly.
He bent his head low, their faces extrely close, his thin lips slightly parted, a deep voice resonating in her ear, "Whether you like it or not, you must get used to my touch, understand?" because their lives would be bound together forever.
Her nostrils were filled with his scent, "Why ?" she couldn’t understand why he insisted she move here, why he insisted she should get used to him. Was it all just because of that accident in the underground parking lot?
But for a man like him, if he wanted a woman to give herself to him, there would probably be many won vying to get into his bed, right?
His fingers gripping her jaw seed to tighten so more, and, lowering his head further, his lips ca closer to hers, his phoenix eyes appeared both passionate and unwilling, "I also want to know why it’s you."
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