Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife-Chapter 781 - 811: Playing Mahjong

"Since you want to play, sir, I’ll naturally join you," Daniel Harris said.

But Kyle Kinston replied, "It’s not that I don’t want to play, but it’s been a long time, and I’m afraid I’ll be rusty."

Seeing this, Mabel Quinn hurriedly said, "But... but I don’t have mahjong tiles here!"

Then the three men all looked at her with a look that seemed to say she was being ridiculous.

Mahjong tiles, such a simple matter!

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Twenty minutes later, after Mabel Quinn had tidied up from dinner, the mahjong tiles were delivered to her apartment complex.

Of course, when she said she tidied up, she just meant wiping the table with a cloth. It was Daniel Harris who took out the trash, and Kyle Kinston who washed the dishes.

When Caleb brought the box of mahjong tiles into the house, he saw his boss finishing up washing the dishes, holding a towel to dry them.

Caleb was so shocked his jaw nearly hit the floor, realizing his trip here wasn’t wasted after all!

Caleb placed the mahjong tiles on the table, turned around, and saw Daniel Harris who had just finished taking out the trash. Suddenly, he thought of a question, "Elder Kinston, are you really going to play mahjong with Miss Quinn, Mr. Quinn, and Mr. Harris later?"

"Hmm," Kyle Kinston replied nonchalantly.

Caleb felt the world was changing too fast, still in a daze even after he went downstairs.

In the apartment, the four people gathered around the table to start playing mahjong.

Mabel Quinn and Edward Quinn sat facing each other, with Kyle Kinston and Daniel Harris on either side.

So, that meant her upper hand was Kyle Kinston and her lower hand was Daniel Harris.

To Mabel Quinn, mahjong was just something she could play at the most basic level, without any real skill, yet she ended up as the winner.

Even Mabel Quinn herself found it incredible and whispered to Kyle Kinston, "You didn’t intentionally go easy on me, did you?"

"How do you want me to answer?" he countered.

"..." She was flustered and after a moment whispered, "If you did, then don’t go easy anymore; otherwise, I won’t be happy even if I win."

"Even if I’m not holding back, others are," he replied. Did this girl think only her upper hand could go easy on her? Everyone at the table was going easy on her right now.

As he spoke, his gaze fell on her neck. Because she was leaning over, her neck stretched, and the area originally covered by a high collar was naturally exposed, revealing a bruise.

That was... the mark he left. When he left yesterday, he had kissed her neck...

A slight smile curved his lips, and he raised a finger to gently touch the bruise on her neck.

Her body shivered suddenly, and then, as if realizing something, her face turned red, and she quickly sat up straight, pulling up her collar.

"What’s wrong?" Daniel Harris asked, his gaze also instinctively falling on her neck.

"N-nothing," Mabel Quinn replied evasively, keeping her head down and pretending to focus on the game. But she didn’t know that her blushing cheeks and the collar pulled up deliberately had already given away too much.

Daniel Harris pressed his lips together slightly, tightening his hand for a moment, but soon acted like nothing had happened, continuing to play cards.