Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife-Chapter 789 - 819 I Am Very Sober
And she, it seemed, was one of those captivated by him. His smile was truly beautiful.
Yet usually, he did not often show such a smile. This could not help but be a regret.
"Are you... still drunk?" She snapped back to reality after a while and asked. His breath, and his smile at this moment, seemed to have a special magic power, intoxicating her, as if she was the one who was drunk, even though she hadn’t touched any wine.
"No, I am very sober..." he murmured softly, moving his face a little closer to hers, his breath spilling over her face, making her mind seem even more dazed.
Was he really not drunk? She looked at him, smelling the scent of alcohol on him, noticing a slight redness on his face from the alcohol, and although his eyes appeared clear, they seemed shrouded in mist, so he was still drunk, right? Usually, drunk people insist they aren’t.
"Fine, you’re very sober, then get up for a moment and take off your suit." She said, still speaking as if to a drunken person.
"Do you really want me to get up?" he said softly, the smile at the corner of his lips seeming to grow more pronounced, and his lips gently brushing her cheek, sending a strange sensation through her.
"Of course, it’s true," she replied, exasperated. "Hurry and get up, take off your suit, so you can sleep well, be good." By the end, she unconsciously used the tone she would only use with a 5- or 6-year-old him.
His lips pressed lightly against hers, "Alright, as you wish."
Her face flushed instantly. Although the kiss was just a fleeting peck, it made her feel as if all the blood in her body had rushed to her face.
What made her blush even more was that Kyle Kinston actually got up and started obediently taking off his suit right in front of her.
His movements were like in slow motion, the actions of his fingers, the slightly raised angle of his chin, and the posture of his body, all like a commercial, exuding a kind of aesthetic elegance in every gesture.
Mabel Quinn felt an impulse to have a nosebleed. Honestly, it was just a drunk person taking off his coat, but why couldn’t her eyes move away from him? She only wanted to keep looking at him, wanting to watch him like this, endlessly for millennia.
She knew she should look away and not see any of this, but her gaze seemed fixed, just staring continuously.
No! She couldn’t keep watching, that would only make her more... Abruptly, she stood up and said to him, "Later... you, you sleep on the sofa, the blankets and everything are on the coffee table, if you feel they’re not warm enough, you can tell me. I... I’m going back to my room to sleep."
After speaking, regardless of whether he was drunk or could understand her words, she stepped towards her room.
But suddenly, he reached out, grabbed her arm, and pulled her into his embrace.
"Kyle Kinston, what are you doing?" she asked.
"Nothing," he chuckled softly, "you’re going to your room, right? Alright, I’ll take you to your room." As he spoke, he lifted her completely into his arms.
