Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife-Chapter 756 - 786: Dull and Confused

"I will make sure the Quinn Family knows. If anyone dares to make a move against you again, just feel free to tell your uncle about it." Edward Quinn said.

Mabel Quinn nodded, feeling warm inside because of her uncle’s words.

Edward habitually lifted his hand and patted Mabel’s head like an elder.

In an instant, Kyle Kinston’s face darkened suddenly, then he abruptly pulled Mabel to his side, causing her to stumble.

Edward raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at Kyle, "Mr. Kyle, what is this?"

"I don’t really like people touching Mabel’s head like that." Kyle said blandly.

Mabel was exasperated, "Kyle, this is my uncle, and besides, I like it when my uncle pats my head." Just like the way her father used to do.

Kyle pressed his thin lips together, suddenly dragging Mabel, heading straight out of the police station.

"Kyle, what are you doing?" Mabel shouted, but she couldn’t stop her steps, practically being dragged along.

Helplessly, she could only turn back, gesturing a goodbye to Edward from afar.

Outside the police station, the driver was already waiting, Kyle directly shoved Mabel into the back seat, then himself as well, instructing the driver to drive.

"Kyle, what are you doing, that was my uncle. He came to the police station because of my business, and I hadn’t even spoken to him much yet!" Mabel said angrily, "Also, what’s the big deal with my uncle patting my head? It’s none of your concern whether you like it or not!"

She had just been grateful to him for helping her, and now this.

"You cannot let him pat your head." He said stubbornly.

"Kyle, you’re being unreasonable, he’s my uncle. What’s wrong with him patting my head a few times!"

He pressed his lips again and said abruptly, "You also like touching my head."

"When did I ever like touching your head..."

"When I had a fever," he interrupted her, "that’s what you used to say."

Mabel was taken aback. This... it seemed true, when he had the mind of a five or six-year-old, like a child, she indeed liked patting his head.

But the problem is... what does this have to do with her uncle patting her head?

"Alright, even if I like touching your head, so what?" she said. "It doesn’t conflict with my uncle patting my head."

"You like me, so you like touching my head. Similarly, your uncle likes you, so he pats your head," he said.

A genius’ train of thought indeed jumps in leaps; Mabel felt dizzy, "Even if my uncle likes me, so what, he’s my uncle!"

"But there’s no blood relation between you." He said in a low voice.

Mabel was stunned, then bit her teeth, "So you also think, that between me and my uncle, it’s as sordid as that news before?"

"No." He said calmly, "Not now." If it truly were, Edward wouldn’t be standing here just fine. "But I don’t want to gamble on that one-in-ten-thousand possible future. I don’t want you getting too close to any man you don’t have a blood relationship with, even if that person is your uncle, I don’t want it, I don’t allow it."

Under the car lights, his expression was so serious, that gaze seemed to devour her whole, and she, staring at him in a daze, can she really have a complete end with this man? Or can she never break away?