Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife-Chapter 698 - 727: Touch Again
Dorian Howards finished speaking and left the room. Mabel Quinn turned to look at Kyle Kinston standing beside her. In other words, after a while, there would be only the two of them left in this villa.
"You should take your medicine first." She said, walking to the coffee table, picking up the medicine to take a look, then pouring a cup of warm water and handing both to him.
He took them and obediently swallowed the medicine.
"Sister, if I’m well-behaved, will you stay with me forever?" he asked.
Seeing Kyle Kinston like this, Mabel Quinn couldn’t help feeling a kind of sadness.
He was staring at her intently, persistently waiting for her answer.
She nodded with a heavy nasal tone, agreeing to stay with him until his fever was gone and he returned to being the normal Kyle. She silently added in her heart.
A shy yet radiant smile appeared on his face. Then, as if to show how well-behaved he was, he sat very properly on the sofa.
"You can just sit comfortably, it’s not like we’re in class," she said, casually patting his head. This action was purely a habit developed from accompanying his 5/6-year-old mental state twice before.
After patting for a moment, she suddenly had a start and reacted quickly, stopping her hand. Some habits really shouldn’t be developed!
He looked up at her in confusion when he noticed her stop, "What’s wrong, sister?"
"N-nothing," she said, feeling a bit awkward.
"Then sister, do it again. I like it when sister pats me like that." He spoke, taking her hand and placing it back on his head.
Mabel Quinn was at a loss for words. Alright, if he insists, she might as well comply since she did promise Dorian Howards to take care of him.
Her fingers ran through his hair, undeniably thick yet soft, feeling comfortable to touch. Especially, when she patted his head, he would show a very satisfied expression. Right now, Mabel Quinn felt as if she was petting a dog.
As she continued, she was getting accustomed to it.
"Do you want to watch some animation for a while?" Mabel Quinn asked, thinking it might be a way to pass the time.
"Can I?" His eyes gleamed brilliantly.
"Of course you can," she replied with a smile, then turned on the room’s LCD TV, sifted through some on-demand animations, and eventually settled on an animation called "Little Ancient Scientist" for him to watch, under the pretext that watching it could increase knowledge.
"Okay." He nodded, showing no objection and started watching the animation. Mabel Quinn noticed that two buttons on his pajamas were undone, so she reached out to fasten them, feeling for a moment like a real nanny.
After finishing an episode, he suddenly asked, "Sister, when I grow up, if I become a scientist, will you like me even more?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
Mabel Quinn was drinking water and almost spat it out.
A scientist... In the future, he won’t be a scientist, but a CEO!
"Um... sure..." she responded vaguely, thinking that once his fever was gone and everything returned to normal, today’s events would slip away like they never happened. He wouldn’t remember, and she wouldn’t bring it up.
