Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife-Chapter 788 - 818: Awake or Still Drunk
At this moment, he had his eyes closed, long eyebrows relaxed, and his dark long lashes became particularly noticeable. His cheeks were slightly flushed from the alcohol, a straight nose, sensual thin lips, and a gracefully contoured neck, along with the body wrapped in a suit, made one feel that even lying casually on the sofa, he was as beautiful as a painting.
Mabel Quinn thought for a moment, then went to the bathroom to get a towel, soaked it in hot water, wrung it out, and went to him to wipe his face. He allowed her to wipe him just like a defenseless baby.
This feeling, hmm... it was somewhat strange. Such a lofty person, yet after getting drunk, she actually found him somewhat adorable.
Adorable... Alright, ordinarily she would never associate such a word with him, but now, it seemed so fitting. And his handsome face... as she looked at him, she found herself rather entranced... Goodness, he was just not playing fair!
"Kyle Kinston, don’t think that just because you’re good-looking, I’ll do anything to you, not everyone will fall for nice looks," Mabel Quinn murmured softly, shaking her head to clear away the messy thoughts.
After wiping his face, she chose to ignore other things like wiping his body — she was not his nanny, why should she do so much for him? Mabel told herself this internally, then took a spare quilt and pillow from the wardrobe. Initially, she thought she would just cover him and be done. But looking at his crisp suit, she thought to at least take his jacket off first, so he’d sleep more comfortably and it wouldn’t wrinkle by tomorrow.
So, Mabel began unbuttoning Kyle Kinston’s suit. Naturally, this step was relatively easy; the challenging part was how to take it off afterward.
She first worked to slip one of his arms out of the suit sleeve, then slid her hand under his armpit, trying to lift his body to ease pulling the suit off his back.
But just when she lifted his body and his head rested on her shoulder, the next moment, she was overwhelmed in a whirlwind, and a force pinned her on the sofa.
What on earth just happened?
Mabel Quinn was startled, but immediately, a heavy weight pressed down on her, warm breath mixed with a hint of alcohol, sprayed on her face, while those eyes, which had been closed, were now open, the deep black phoenix eyes, were intensely gazing at her with a radiant hue.
"You... woke up?" she exclaimed, trying to push him away to get up, but his body was so heavy she couldn’t budge him. After struggling for a long time to no avail, Mabel Quinn could only glare at him in resignation.
"Awake," he replied with a low chuckle, a smile that was enchanting yet alluring, so different from his usual cold demeanor.
This contrast left Mabel Quinn momentarily stunned; his smile was always so beautiful, as if the smile could melt away the icy angles of his face.
Especially when he sometimes revealed that charming smile, it was even more captivating. As if at that moment, his smile could capture anyone who saw it.
