"By the way, Mabel, slow down while you eat. Do you have sothing planned later? Could it be a date?" soone from the film crew asked.
Although it’s not quite right, nor far off—it’s not a date, but she was going to see Kyle Kinston. "Sothing like that," Mabel Quinn replied ambiguously.
"Is it a date with Kyle Kinston?" Daniel Harris’s voice suddenly broke in, causing everyone at the table to look at him.
A female actor said, "Mr. Harris also knows that Mabel’s boyfriend is Mr. Kinston?"
"Of course, how could I not know?" Daniel replied with a faint smile, though there was a fleeting hint of loneliness in his eyes.
"Yes, Mr. Harris and Mabel are friends, so naturally he knows Mr. Kinston," added another lead actor.
"Exactly, back then, Mr. Kinston even sent snacks to our whole crew for Mabel!"
"Anyone could see that Mr. Kinston and Mabel have a great relationship."
"Yes, later when there was a puddle on the ground, I saw Mr. Kinston pick Mabel up directly and carry her over, making everyone envious."
The crew mbers were chatting one by one. Their words made Mabel Quinn’s face turn red, especially since those around her were unaware of her situation with Daniel Harris. They were talking with such a cheerful interest, which only made Mabel feel more embarrassed.
What is all this nonsense!
As a result, she ate even faster, almost devouring what’s in her bowl.
"Are you really eager for your date with Kyle Kinston? Can’t wait to see him?" Daniel suddenly asked.
Mabel Quinn choked on her food imdiately. Good lord, that remark sounded like she was—that kind of person, and coincidentally, the crew mber sitting next to her was patting her back while saying, "Yes, our Mabel’s feelings for Mr. Kinston are undeniable. She’s been staring at her phone in a daze every day lately, just waiting for Mr. Kinston’s call."
Mabel Quinn choked even harder. She was thinking about how to talk to Kyle about matters concerning Father Kong. Her absent-mindedness was due to worrying about it. It was not at all what they were assuming.
But right now, she couldn’t explain anything.
Mabel grabbed a tissue and wiped her mouth. "I’ve pretty much finished eating. I think I’ll just head out for today..."
But before she could finish her sentence, a hand rested on her shoulder, and then a familiar aura enveloped her as Kyle Kinston’s familiar voice sounded in her ear, "So you’re having lunch here, why didn’t you tell ? I’ve been waiting for you."
This ti, Mabel was choked by her own saliva.
Hence, this ti, it wasn’t the crew mber patting her back, but Kyle Kinston. He gently patted her back while using a tissue to wipe the corner of her lips, "What’s wrong, why are you choking like this?"
"N-Nothing," she replied, her cheeks slightly flushed, looking at him, "Why are you here?"
"I waited but couldn’t find you, so I tracked your phone’s GPS," he said, slightly raising an eyebrow, "Didn’t you say last night you’d stick with like glue tonight?"
His words were incredibly suggestive, enough to make anyone’s imagination run wild, making Mabel Quinn’s face turn even redder. Please, this was sothing instructed by Dorian Howards, okay? And such a bizarre instruction, even today when she was at work, Dorian called again to confirm with her.
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