Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife-Chapter 705 - 734: Will They Be Parallel Lines That Never Intersect?

"..." Mabel Quinn’s face turned even redder, feeling a shiver running through her entire body. If it had been before, she wouldn’t have thought much of it. If it were the normal Kyle Kinston, she could resist, struggle, and refuse. But as it happened, what she was facing now was the abnormal state of Kyle Kinston.

This left her at a bit of a loss for what to do.

Although he was hugging her like this, to him, it was purely an expression of affection, without the slightest hint of disrespect.

In contrast, the more he held her like that, the faster her heart raced, leaving her awkward and unsure of what to do. If this continued, she estimated she might even run a fever.

She didn’t know how long it lasted before he finally let her go. With her face flushed, she hastily straightened her clothes and then pushed him into the bathroom.

It wasn’t until she closed the bathroom door that she let out a long breath.

Does she still have to stay with him like this? Right now, every minute and second seemed like a torment to her. Sometimes, the more she saw him being so affectionate and showing such smiles to her, the more a kind of heartache welled up within her.

The more attached he is to her now, the colder he will be once he recovers. His current attachment to her was only because of the fever, only because his mind had regressed to his childhood.

Dorian Howards said that he and Alice would be two parallel lines in the future, never intersecting.

So, will she and Kyle also be two parallel lines that never intersect? Thinking of this made her heart ache painfully. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Mabel Quinn drifted into a daze until the bathroom door opened again, and Kyle Kinston walked out from inside.

Mabel looked up, and at this moment, Kyle was wearing a robe, with the belt tied too loosely. Mabel quickly stepped forward and said, "You didn’t put on your pajamas properly; you’ll catch a cold like this."

Then those phoenix eyes, filled with innocence and a hint of bewilderment, looked at her.

Mabel sighed, reached out directly to help him put on his pajamas properly again and retied the belt at his waist. Then she said to him, "Come, sit down. I’ll blow-dry your hair."

His hair was still wet, and if it wasn’t dried quickly, it might exacerbate his fever.

He responded with a sound and obediently sat down on the chair. Mabel took out a hair dryer, gently threading her fingers through his hair, blow-drying it. His hair was soft and thick, giving a very comfortable feeling when touched. The warm wind blew through his hair, also blowing against her fingertips.

This scene made her involuntarily think of the past, when she often blow-dried his hair like this. At that time, everything was so sweet to her. But now, that sweetness was gone, and all that remained seemed to be heartache.

This should be the last time, the last time she blow-dries his hair, and the last time she spends the night with him like this.

By tomorrow, when his fever subsides, everything will return to the starting point, and there will be no more entanglements between them. Let it be, let everything be.

As night fell, she and he lay on the bed, his arm tightly wrapped around her, as if afraid she would run away, and those phoenix eyes were fixedly staring at her.