"Marriage? Haven’t you thought about marrying Alice?" Mrs. Kong said. When her daughter expressed her desire to have this child, she realized the position Dorian Howards held in her daughter’s heart.
"I’ve never wanted my marriage to be just for the sake of a child. If I am to get married, it must be because I love the other person, and they love too," Dorian Howards said calmly.
Mr. Kong lost his temper and slamd the table, "So now you want to use money to brush off our Alice?"
Dorian Howards pressed his thin lips together and said nothing.
Mr. Kong stood up, circled around the desk, walked directly to Dorian Howards, pulled him up from the chair, and punched him imdiately.
Dorian Howards took the blow without flinching.
One punch wasn’t enough; Mr. Kong threw several more punches. Mrs. Kong, seeing blood at the corner of Dorian Howards’ lips, hurriedly pulled her husband back and said, "Stop it. No matter how much you hit, what can you do? Things are already like this."
Only then did Mr. Kong stop, panting heavily.
"Alright, we understand your attitude. We’re not the kind to cling to others. From now on, our Alice has nothing to do with you!" Mr. Kong said, then pulled Mrs. Kong away.
Only then did Dorian Howards straighten up, stumbling slightly as he walked back to his seat. His abdon, chest, face, and lip corner, where he had been hit, were all still in pain.
But this pain was nothing compared to the pain in his heart. How long would it take before this heartache finally subsides?
Before, it took him three years to be unable to forget her. This ti, how many more years would it take? Another three years? Or six years? Nine years... Or maybe thirty years...
Or perhaps, even in the coffin, he would still not forget...
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Mabel Quinn originally thought Kyle Kinston wasn’t coming when he didn’t show up for dinner. But unexpectedly, he did co.
Of course, this ti, he wasn’t alone; Caleb was with him.
Caleb was helping Kyle Kinston walk up, saying that Kyle had attended an event tonight and had drunk quite a bit and was sowhat drunk. However, since Kyle had instructed him beforehand that he wanted to co here, Caleb didn’t dare to disobey and obediently brought the sowhat drunken Kyle over.
Mabel Quinn was speechless, glaring at Caleb, "Now that he’s here, you can take him back."
Caleb chuckled, "Miss Quinn, stop joking. If I take Mr. Kinston back now, he might wake up tomorrow thinking he never ca and then I’d be the one getting punished."
"I can vouch for you," Mabel Quinn said.
"Well... anyway, Mr. Kinston is drunk tonight, why not let him stay here overnight? I’ll co to fetch him in the morning," Caleb said, and without waiting for Mabel Quinn to agree, plopped Kyle Kinston down on the sofa in the apartnt complex’s living room, then said to Mabel Quinn, "Miss Quinn, sorry to trouble you tonight."
With that, Caleb quickly slipped away, so fast that Mabel Quinn couldn’t catch up even if she wanted to.
Mabel Quinn felt overwheld. It seed that tonight, Kyle Kinston was destined to spend the night at her place.
Sighing lightly, Mabel Quinn closed the door and glanced at Kyle Kinston, who had collapsed on the living room sofa.
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