Kyle Kinston stepped forward and took her hand. "Your hand’s a bit cold, it’s late, you should sleep."
"Mm." She bit her lip slightly in response and followed him back to the bedroom.
"Kyle, just now when I was talking with Uncle Kang, that... perhaps in the past, Alice’s father faking his death, your father... might have known about it..." she couldn’t help but say.
"This matter ends here!" he said, bowing his head, his gaze fixed intently on her. "Don’t think about it anymore. The only thing you should be thinking about now is that we’re getting married soon. The only thing you should be thinking about is !"
Yet his eyes, like a storm, seed to tell her of his resistance!
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The next day, Mabel Quinn wore a wedding dress, and with Kyle Kinston, had their wedding photos taken by the most professional team in Falling City. The selected locations for the outdoor shoots were all famous spots in Falling City.
And at these locations, all were exclusively booked by Kyle Kinston. Such a grand gesture could only be pulled off by this master of Falling City.
On her hand, once again, was the Ruby ring, which was the ring his father once intended to give to his mother, and now, their wedding ring.
Once, when they broke up, she returned this ring to him. But now, the ring was on her finger once again, making her feel exceptionally heavy.
"Co on, give a smile," the photographer prompted. Mabel Quinn took a deep breath and smiled, but the photographer still seed sowhat unsatisfied.
"You can smile more naturally. Think of so happy things, and you’ll naturally smile..." the photographer said.
"Alright," Mabel Quinn replied. But in fact, she had already heard such words many tis today. She knew her smile today might be unnatural and deliberate, but to her, it really was the best she could do.
After a few more shots, the photographer still seed unsatisfied, and Mabel Quinn could only feel that her mouth was about to beco stiff.
"Can we take a break?" Mabel Quinn asked.
"Tired?" Kyle Kinston looked down at her and asked.
"A bit, I’d like to rest in the car for a while," she said. Once she was in the van, sitting on the seat, she felt enveloped by an overwhelming fatigue.
This ti taking wedding photos felt so different from last ti, and... her wedding dress was custom-made in the style she liked, crafted so finely and beautifully. Wearing such a lovely dress was supposed to make her feel happy, yet... she couldn’t help but recall the ti she accompanied Alice to try on a wedding dress.
Who would have thought such things would happen back then?
Mabel Quinn opened her phone and saw a line Alice had posted in her friend circle: "Dad, I miss you..."
At this mont, Mabel Quinn choked up, clutching her phone tightly, "I’m sorry... Alice... I’m sorry..." Right now, she could do nothing.
"I’m sorry... I’m sorry... I’m sorry..." she just kept repeating those three words... and tears kept flowing from her eyes.
Her best friend and the one she loved most, why did it have to be like this? Such a coincidence, and yet such a cruel twist of fate...
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