Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife-Chapter 649 - 675 His Pain
Dorian Howards twisted the doorknob, but didn’t manage to open the door. It was locked, and Dorian cursed, "Damn it, the door is actually locked."
Normally, locking a door was normal, but right now, he wanted to get Mabel Quinn inside. If they delayed any longer, who knew how much more Kyle inside would suffer. At this moment, Dorian was terribly anxious.
Seeing Dorian about to force the door open, Mabel Quinn quickly recited the door’s electronic password. Dorian slapped his forehead, realizing he was so worried he had forgotten to ask Mabel. Dorian couldn’t help but curse himself as a pig mentally; he was just making things worse.
"But I don’t know if he’s changed the password," Mabel Quinn said, slightly biting her lip.
"We won’t know until we try." Dorian quickly entered the password. With a "click," the door opened in response. Dorian turned the doorknob, and as the door was pushed open, the sounds from inside reached their ears.
It was a kind of suppressed, painful howling, like a wounded beast struggling desperately.
Dorian suddenly pushed Mabel Quinn into the room, "Mabel, I’m afraid Kyle’s physical condition isn’t good now. Please... please, no matter what, don’t let go of Kyle, okay?"
After saying this, Dorian forcefully closed the door. This was as much as he could do. He hoped Mabel’s love for Kyle would be a bit more, hoped she could stay with Kyle tonight, and hoped Kyle could suffer a little less.
The Kinston Family Blood Curse... when he accidentally found out about it as a child, he merely thought it was incredible. He never imagined there was such a thing as a so-called Blood Curse in this world, one that could be passed down from generation to generation, with only one other person who could alleviate such pain.
But the older he grew, the more he realized the cruelty of the Blood Curse.
When a person had to rely on another to have a glimmer of hope to live, it seemed a kind of sorrow, especially since Kyle was such a proud person.
The room was pitch black, and the sound of painful howling made Mabel Quinn’s heart and body tremble, not out of fear, but a feeling she couldn’t describe.
She had heard this sound before... then, she remembered it was when Kyle’s hidden illness flared up, and he appeared very much in agony.
And now, has his hidden illness struck again?
Mabel Quinn’s hand groped for the switch, wanting to turn on the light in the room.
But before she could press the switch, in the next moment, a force caused her to fall onto the floor, the heavy breathing ringing beside her ear, and she was completely enveloped in a familiar aura.
For a moment, Mabel Quinn was at a loss, especially at that instant, she could clearly feel his presence, feel him holding her tightly.
No! You can’t do this!
Their relationship was different now, not like before. They couldn’t go on like this!
Her hand clutched his clothes, trying to push him away, but her little strength did nothing.
With difficulty, she finally turned her head, taking big gulps of fresh air, "Kyle, we already broke up. You can’t do this. If... if you’re not feeling well, you can take medicine. Didn’t you have medicine?" she said.
