Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife-Chapter 783 - 813: Downstairs

Edward Quinn’s words actually implied a hope that Mabel Quinn could enter the Quinn Corporation in the future. Strangely, he always treated this niece, who wasn’t related by blood, well. Sometimes he wondered if it was just because of the resemblance in appearance? Maybe at first, that was why he paid attention to her, but later, it wasn’t entirely because of that.

It was as if, within this Quinn empire he had built, he knew she couldn’t be chosen as his successor, yet he hoped to hand over some of the industry to her in the future.

A very strange thought, hard to explain.

"Uncle, for now, I just want to be a good screenwriter and write good scripts," said Mabel Quinn.

"I understand, but at this stage, the more people you know, the more it benefits you. Even as a screenwriter, it’s not just about writing scripts; you need connections too," Edward said.

Mabel Quinn understood Edward’s good intentions, so she no longer refused. "Alright, thank you, Uncle."

Edward looked at his niece in front of him and couldn’t help but smile again. It was as if, seeing her doing well would bring him comfort and happiness.

Maybe it was because of his unhappiness with Clover, so he wished that someone who looked a bit like Clover could be happy.

When she seemed fine, it was as if he himself also found some comfort...

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After Edward left, Mabel felt somewhat exhausted and rotated her neck, feeling like she had fought a tough battle tonight.

She tidied up a bit, then walked to the balcony. As she was about to pull the curtains, she froze.

The street lamp not far in the neighborhood, the dim light, and a touch of moonlight fell on the figure, allowing her to see it clearly.

Kyle Kinston... he was still downstairs! Just looking up at her balcony.

At this moment, there was almost no one walking in the neighborhood, making his figure exceptionally prominent. And when she looked at him, he was looking at her too. Their eyes met, and in an instant, her heart pounded fiercely.

She couldn’t figure out why—she clearly didn’t want to see him, but the moment she saw him, her body seemed to get excited.

Calm down, calm down! Mabel Quinn, what are you thinking! She repeatedly warned herself. But her eyes still couldn’t move away from him.

Suddenly, she saw his expression change drastically, his sword-like brows furrowed, then his thin lips tightened into a straight line. Then he bent down slightly, his arms crossed over his chest, and his shoulders seemed to be trembling faintly.

What’s going on?! Mabel was puzzled as she looked at the figure. Could it be that his body... Upon realizing a certain possibility, she quickly turned around, grabbed her keys, and hurried downstairs.

When she got downstairs and rushed in front of Kyle Kinston, she saw his hands pressing tightly against the sides of his arms. His head was lowered, and the skin of his exposed neck at the collar was flushed and tense. She could hear his labored and heavy breathing in her ear, as if murmuring something.

But before she could make out what he was saying, his arms suddenly spread out and pulled her into his embrace.