Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife-Chapter 693 - 722: Why Does He Still Feel Pain?

Her hands wanted to push him away, but he held her even tighter.

"Kyle Kinston, let me go. Do you know what you’re doing? We’ve already broken up. You can’t do this to me anymore!" she exclaimed, every aspect of her expression and words showing resistance.

His body stilled for a moment, then those dark, phoenix eyes fixed on her. "So what if we’ve broken up?"

"You—" she glared at him, momentarily at a loss for his behavior. "Stop messing around, will you!"

He let out a mocking laugh. "What, you think I’m just messing around?"

She pressed her lips together and continued to glare at him. "You... you’re not drunk at all. You’re not intoxicated."

"Yeah, I’m not drunk." He smiled, a dazzling smile laced with deep mockery. At this moment, he wasn’t in the pain of the Full Moon, but why did he still feel so miserable, so much so that even breathing hurt?

And this pain was caused by her!

"Mabel Quinn, what right do you have to make me feel this pain?" he said fiercely, his fingers tightening on her wrist, as if he wanted to transfer all the pain he was enduring back to her.

Her face scrunched up, her wrist was in agony. It was as if he was going to crush her bones.

"Kyle Kinston, what’s wrong with you? We already broke up. You were the one who wanted the breakup, who said you’d never want to see me again, who even said you’d rather never have fallen for me. What are you trying to do now!"

"Yeah, I feel like I’ve gone mad too." His snort was full of self-mockery. Once, he thought nothing could control his emotions, not even the fate of his life.

He had absolute self-control, restraint, and rationality. Even in the face of death, he was fearless. To him, from a very young age, he had realized that death was nothing significant.

He thought that as long as he didn’t see her, he could take back all his feelings, that he could be indifferent to her.

But he couldn’t, he just couldn’t! Just one news item about her, just two irrelevant people casually talking, and he lost control.

"Mabel Quinn, what exactly is your relationship with Edward Quinn? Isn’t just Daniel Harris enough?" he asked.

His words were like a sharp blade, piercing her deeply. Mabel Quinn’s body trembled, her face turned deathly pale. "What, is that how you see me too? You think I’ve been abandoned by you, so I need to quickly latch onto another branch?"

He pressed his thin lips together, not speaking.

Mabel Quinn took a deep breath and continued, "Kyle Kinston, regardless of what kind of relationship I have with Edward Quinn and Daniel Harris, what kind of feelings I have for them, it has nothing to do with you anymore. You’re not anyone to me, so I don’t need to explain anything to you. In the future, if I really fall in love with someone else, want to marry and have children with someone else, do I still need to explain it to you? Don’t you think that’s ridiculous?"

In an instant, his expression turned extremely grim. It was as if a kind of pain quickly spread throughout his body... No, today wasn’t a Full Moon, it was still some time away. There couldn’t be the pain of the Blood Curse.

But why did he feel such intense pain? Just the thought that she might fall in love with someone else, marry them, have children, and share her life with them made this pain nearly uncontrollable.