Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife-Chapter 774 - 804: Has Our Issue Passed as Well?

He froze slightly, his gaze fixed firmly on her, allowing her fingers to trace every part around his eyes. The hostility he unconsciously exuded gradually dissipated with her touch.

"Kyle Kinston, Alice is different. I believe she will be very good to the child. Maybe, in the child’s growth, there will be a lack of paternal love, but Alice will definitely try her best to give all her love to the child," Mabel Quinn said. When her hand touched his face, she finally realized the coldness of his face.

Especially when she pressed her palm against his cheek, she could feel the coldness even more.

"Why are you so cold? How about I turn on the air conditioner?" she asked, intending to get up to turn on the heater, but the next moment, his hands were already around her waist.

"Kyle Kinston?" she couldn’t help but call out.

At this moment, she was standing while he was sitting in the chair, his hands wrapped around her waist, his face pressed against her abdomen, creating an indescribable intimacy. "Then... aren’t you different too?" he murmured, each word seeming so difficult to utter as if stuck in his mouth.

Mabel Quinn was taken aback, only hearing Kyle Kinston’s murmured words by her ear, "You know? My mother once had a fiancé. It was for that fiancé that she got together with my father. She made my father believe that she loved him, but when that fiancé died, she immediately disappeared from my father’s side. In the end, she preferred to choose death rather than return to my father..."

At this moment, his voice sounded so fragile, as if he was not the high and mighty Mr. Kinston, the master of Falling City, but merely a child who lacked parental love.

It was only at this moment that Mabel Quinn knew about the past between Kyle Kinston’s parents.

But the deceased are already gone, and they were his parents, so she could not comment.

Perhaps it was his rare vulnerability at this moment that made her unwilling to push him away. She raised her hand and gently patted his back. At this moment, this was the only way she could comfort him.

"All these things have already passed, don’t think too much about it," she said.

"Then what about our matters? Have they passed too?" he raised his head, looking at her with his chin slightly titled, a self-deprecating smile on his lips, "When I broke up with you, Dorian once said, maybe one day I would regret the decision I made. At that time, I didn’t feel that way, but now, I truly regret it. Regret breaking up with you back then, thinking I really didn’t need you."

He thought he was not afraid of death, that after losing her, he would just endure the pain of the Blood Curse once a month, thinking if he couldn’t bear it, at worst, death would be the end of it.

He thought he could easily eliminate all her influence on him, but he never expected that the less he saw her, the more he wanted to see her. That longing was so strong. Several times, he even woke up from a dream startled, with her leaving him as she walked away, and he was drenched in cold sweat.

So he simply couldn’t let her go. He just wanted to see her every day, wanted her by his side.

She suddenly widened her eyes, looking at him, almost unable to believe her ears. Someone as proud as him could actually say such words.