Chapter 1238: Chapter 1277: His Kneel
Back then, the heartlessness, the indifference, and the pain—she buried them all completely.
Kyle Kinston looked fixedly at Mabel Quinn, "So, you won’t say those words, will you?"
"No." She answered him as such, "Even if you remember, so what? Those memories are better off forgotten. The past is already past, and it holds no meaning."
Because of her words, pain shot through his heart, his brows furrowed, and he stared at her with his sharp eyes, uttering each word from his thin lips, "No meaning at all?"
"Or perhaps, to me, it’s a lesson, telling me that from the very beginning, we shouldn’t have been together." She spoke, thinking that she should have realized this when they first broke up.
But she just didn’t understand and insisted on getting back together.
"Not suitable... haha... what a ’not suitable’!" He suddenly laughed, but his laughter was filled with bitterness, and those sharp eyes had become icy cold, "Mabel Quinn, did you really ever love me?"
She lightly lifted her almond eyes, gazing at him calmly, as if, at this moment, he was just a stranger to her, unaffected by his suffering or anger.
"Kyle Kinston, I would rather have never loved you at all." That was her answer to him.
His teeth ground audibly, his hands by his side clenched tightly into fists, nails biting into his palms, "Then who would you rather love? Daniel Harris or Atlas Shaw? Or is it someone I don’t remember?"
"No matter who I’d rather love, that person will never be you." She said definitively.
"You—" He was almost using all his restraint to stop himself from lashing out at her, to stop himself from hurting her. This woman was his life dependency, someone he had loved before, but also someone he had hurt deeply. Yet now, she was so cold towards him.
He would rather she be angry, rather she accuse him with fury—then maybe he’d still mean something to her.
"Must a mistake last a lifetime? Won’t you give me even a little chance?" He said, staring deeply at her, his sharp eyes full of pain and yearning.
She tried hard not to be affected. Since she meant to sever ties, then better to do it mercilessly!
"Yes." That was the word that fell from her lips.
"Then if I’m willing to kneel, willing to do anything to make up for my mistakes?" He asked, and as his voice fell, his long form suddenly knelt before her.
Mabel Quinn felt her heart take a heavy blow, instinctively retreating a step.
This man, always above, was actually kneeling before her now.
His kneeling brought flashes of memories when she had once knelt before him to protect her unborn child.
The pain then, the tears, the death of her heart—did she need to feel them again?
She lowered her eyes, turned her head away, refusing to look at him kneeling before her, only striving to speak in an indifferent voice, "Kyle Kinston, even if you kneel like this, not loving is simply not loving. I cannot be with you again in this lifetime."
