Fortunately, it wasn't long before the car stopped in front of the mansion. Kyle Kinston finally withdrew his fingers, and Mabel Quinn smacked her lips, seemingly still savoring the taste.
Kyle carried Mabel to her room, but as soon as he set her down on the bed, her hand suddenly hooked onto his, pulling him onto the bed in an instant. The next moment, she held onto him as if he were a stuffed toy, clinging tightly with both arms.
If he hadn't known how terribly low her alcohol tolerance was, he might have thought she was doing this on purpose to catch his attention.
Of course, under normal circumstances, he would absolutely not be so easily pinned down. Yet right now, being underneath her, if word got out, it would probably shock quite a few people.
"Mabel Quinn, get down." Kyle said.
"…No… I don't want to…" she mumbled.
He considered whether to push her away directly, but doing so might risk hurting her.
"Mabel Quinn, get down, or I'll..."
