Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife-Chapter 668 - 695 Kyle Kinston, You Are a Liar

Her face was still flushed with drunkenness, seemingly confused about the situation as she tried to get closer to him, muttering under her breath, but he had already straightened up.

Once, after his father’s death, he had sworn to himself that he would never love anyone, including his soulmate, for the rest of his life. If one day he did find his soulmate, their role in his life would only be as a "medicine."

But after he really met her, he repeatedly broke the vow he had made, falling in love with his soulmate so easily.

No, he would not repeat his father’s mistakes, he would not live out the rest of his life in madness and then end it himself. The moment he broke up with her, he was painfully aware that he would rather not have the "medicine" than to be so easily controlled by another person, even to be controlled over life and death.

His life and death could only be determined by himself!

Taking a deep breath, Kyle Kinston turned around, intending to leave the room. But just as he took a few steps away, suddenly behind him came the loud "thud!" of a heavy object hitting the floor.

Kyle turned back to see that Mabel Quinn had rolled off the bed.

Her petite body was lying on the floor, not getting up. He furrowed his brows slightly and walked back to her side, crouching down, saying, "What’s wrong?"

But she kept her head down, and her whole body was curled up like a shrimp.

He pressed his thin lips together. He really was being foolish; she was completely drunk now, and he actually asked her what was wrong.

So he picked her up and placed her back on the bed.

But this time, just as he was about to leave, she suddenly lunged at him, the excessive impact and his lack of awareness causing him to be toppled over by her.

Her face was buried in his chest, and the smell of alcohol enveloped him.

His eyebrows furrowed even deeper; her breath, the softness and warmth of her body, were all affecting him.

"Mabel Quinn, get up." His cold voice echoed in the room. Now, whether she was drunk or not, whether she could understand him or not, he wouldn’t let her continue to affect him like this.

But she still nestled in his arms, not moving.

"Get up." His voice grew colder, with a hint of underlying restlessness. The more time he spent with her, the more he...

Mabel remained motionless, but her shoulders seemed to tremble slightly.

Just as he was about to forcibly pull her away from him, she suddenly raised her head, her small face once again covered in tears, "You’re a liar, you lie, Kyle Kinston... you lie..."

She choked out, accusingly.

Her tears seemed like a force, leaving her unable to move, as she watched her tears roll down her cheeks, then drip onto his chest, soaking through his shirt.

"Is your... is your affection something you can just retract at will... sobbing... how can you so easily say break up... just break up... just because of me and Daniel Harris..."

"Shut up!" he shouted harshly, unwilling to hear that name from her lips again.