His gaze, his voice, and his breath... left her mind blank, and it felt as if sothing was surging within her body. This feeling was like... Mabel Quinn’s voice beca sowhat hoarse, "Kyle Kinston... can you let go of for a mont..."
A woman’s instinct seed to be telling her that if she stayed in this room any longer, certain things would beco uncontrollable.
Just like at this mont, this feeling in her body was becoming increasingly harder to control. Was it because he was so close to her? Did he disturb her thoughts, causing her body to react inversely, or perhaps... had she always placed him in her heart?
"Kyle... Kyle Kinston..." Seeing that he still held her tightly, she spoke again, but this ti, her voice sounded almost like a moan—soft, tender, as if yearning for sothing. And her hands, which were supposed to push him away, instead hooked around his neck the mont they touched him, pulling herself even closer to him.
What on earth was happening to her? She was in a daze, seeming to see only those captivating eyes, as if all her mind and body had been enchanted by these eyes...
...
anwhile, in the outer hall, Alessia Quinn and Michael Quinn were genuinely ill at ease, every mont filled with trepidation. Who could have expected the originally well-laid plan to have such an unexpected turn, completely out of their prediction.
And Edward Quinn was staring at the tightly closed door of the lounge where Mabel Quinn and Kyle Kinston had entered, obvious worry etched on his face.
He raised his hand again to check the ti. From the mont they entered until now, half an hour had passed. The ti... seed a bit too long.
Edward Quinn stepped towards the lounge.
Seeing this, Dorian Howards hurried to follow and said, "Director Quinn, are you going to find Mabel?"
"What if I am?" Edward Quinn retorted.
"Well..." Dorian Howards paused for a mont and said, "Director Quinn, there is no need for concern. Mabel and Kyle are just having a long conversation. They often talked for a long ti before."
"But now isn’t like before, is it?" Edward Quinn said, especially since Mabel Quinn had entered that lounge with Kyle Kinston under such circumstances, which made Edward even more uneasy.
Edward Quinn continued walking toward the lounge, and Dorian Howards quickly blocked him, "Director Quinn, you really don’t need to worry about anything. Even if Kyle harms himself, he won’t harm Mabel."
"That’s what I originally thought, but earlier, Kyle insisted on holding Mabel’s hand against her will. What do you call that?" Edward Quinn said.
Dorian Howards truly found it difficult to explain, as this involved the matter of the Blood Curse.
Edward Quinn pushed past Dorian Howards’ blocking hand and continued forward. Just as he reached the lounge door and was about to push it open, Dorian Howards blocked him again, "Believe , Mabel will not suffer any harm."
"Director Howards, Mabel is my niece. Do I need your permission to see my own niece?" Edward Quinn said coldly, his expression already showing displeasure.
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