I dare not gamble on the reaction she might have, dare not gamble on whether she would leave him because of it.
Fear... he finally understood what fear was, the feeling of being afraid because of a life that depends on someone else, his father had it once, and now, he had it too.
"Kyle, what's wrong?" Mabel Quinn saw Kyle Kinston's prolonged silence, and couldn't help but speak up.
"Nothing, just do as you said." Kyle Kinston gave a faint smile, lowered his head, and kissed the bruise on her wrist.
Mabel Quinn only felt warmth on her wrist, soft and gentle, the sensation of his lips, the slight pain she felt seemed to gradually disappear under his kiss.
After having dinner with Kyle Kinston, Mabel Quinn said, "Oh, by the way, when I went to the cake shop today, I ran into Francine Howards."
Kyle Kinston raised his eyes, "Did she give you a hard time?"
