Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife-Chapter 706 - 735: That Touch of Crimson

Mabel Quinn felt like she was the one in the wrong. "Why aren’t you sleeping?" He kept his eyes open, making her unsure of what to do.

"If I close my eyes, will you leave secretly again, sis?" Kyle Kinston asked.

"I won’t, I won’t leave," she quickly replied.

"But last time when I woke up, you were about to go," he pointed out.

She felt a wave of awkwardness and said, "I won’t this time. Please sleep. It’s late, and you won’t get better like this."

"When I’m better, can we go out and play together, and visit the theme park again?" He was evidently still longing for their last theme park trip.

She bit her lip gently and dishonestly replied, "Sure." Once he recovered, he naturally wouldn’t remember any of today’s events.

Seeing Kyle Kinston closing his eyes, Mabel Quinn sighed, planning to catch a nap. She thought, once he was deeply asleep, she would quietly slip away. This way, when he woke the next day, with his fever gone, it would be as if nothing had ever happened.

But when Mabel Quinn woke up again after a short nap, ready to quietly leave, she discovered a pair of deep black eyes staring fixedly at her.

Moonlight spilled through the glass into the room, making it not so dark.

"Why are you awake?" she asked in surprise. She had moved so lightly just now, surely it wasn’t enough to wake him.

"I want to look at you more, sis," he said. "Aren’t you sleeping? Or are you going somewhere?"

"No... I’m not going anywhere," she said awkwardly, then rested her head back on the pillow. "Alright, let’s continue to sleep."

However, every time Mabel Quinn woke up later, she found Kyle Kinston staring at her with wide-open eyes. It made her finally realize something was wrong.

At this late hour, he wasn’t sleeping at all but was watching her constantly. Even if he sometimes closed his eyes in front of her, he would soon open them to watch her again.

Mabel Quinn, feeling helpless, sat up straight and turned on the room light, "Why aren’t you sleeping?"

He looked like a child who had done something wrong, lowering his head and stammering, "I’m afraid if I fall asleep, you’ll leave. I... don’t want you to go."

Mabel Quinn pressed her lips together, about to say something when she suddenly noticed a streak of red on his robe.

Since his robe was light-colored, the red was particularly noticeable.

She looked down at the streak of red, her expression changing suddenly—it was blood!

Freshly dried blood!

But why would there be blood on his robe? "Are you bleeding?" she asked.

"N-no, I’m not," he replied anxiously, his body trembling slightly, and his right hand tried to hide behind him.

His actions only made it seem more suspicious.

Mabel Quinn grabbed Kyle Kinston’s right hand, and saw streaks of blood on his fingers. When she fully raised his hand to look at his palm, she froze, feeling an invisible shock hitting her chest heavily.

His palm was already covered in blood, with many scratch marks, some of which had lifted the skin, and in the middle of his palm was a shard of porcelain soaked in blood. He must have been clutching this piece of porcelain tightly all along.