Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife

Chapter 1309: Chapter 1348: Do You Know What You’re Doing

And now, all he can do is use this foolish way to get closer to her, hoping for more time to spend with her, more time to see her.

But... will she still be willing to accept him? Will she want him again? Even though she is still technically Mrs. Kinston, he knows this relationship doesn’t really bind anything, but it is his only solace.

Even if it’s just a self-deceptive comfort.

What he said to Atlas Shaw wasn’t just for show; if one day she truly wants that freedom, he will give it to her, but... after truly giving it, his life... probably wouldn’t have any meaning anymore.

He smiled bitterly at himself, his own fault... He always wanted to avoid repeating the mistakes of his parents, but up until now, it seems he is repeating the same things.

The difference is, his father found his mother after she died, but he, in this regard, is much luckier than his father.

The car pulled into the Apartment Complex where Mabel Quinn lived, and Kyle Kinston carried Mabel Quinn out of the car.

She was still deeply asleep, showing no intention of waking up. While in the car, he found her apartment key in her bag and easily opened her door, carrying her into the bedroom.

He placed her on the bed, knelt down, and carefully helped her take off her shoes and socks. Perhaps in this lifetime, only she and their daughter could make him do such things.

When he gently covered her with the blanket, she finally responded slightly, seemed to mutter a sound, then subconsciously grabbed, suddenly clutching his sleeve.

He was stunned for a moment, to be exact, her fingers were clutching the button of his sleeve.

He bent down, intending to carefully pry her fingers off the button when she suddenly turned over, habitually hugging his entire right arm.

In an instant, Kyle Kinston’s heartbeat uncontrollably sped up. Yes, habitually... It’s her habit, recalling the time they were together, every night when they slept, she would always like holding onto his arm this way.

And now... she’s holding his arm again...

Logically, he should be careful, to carefully extract his arm from her grasp, but he was somewhat reluctant.

Yes, reluctant to part with this intimacy, if she were awake, it probably wouldn’t happen at all.

At this moment, for him, it’s like a brief paradise.

Involuntarily, his upper body leaned slightly towards her, face edging closer to her features, his obsidian eyes filled with a fascinated expression, gazing at her like this for a long, long time.

Just like before, he always liked watching her sleep, back then it was a sense of fulfillment, gratitude, and disbelief, because he never thought he would love a woman so deeply.

But now, in his heart, there’s more pain, longing and desire; it’s after the loss that one truly understands what is precious, except now, this preciousness is almost stolen.

"Mabel... Do you know what you are doing?" he murmured, his lips unconsciously approaching hers, almost touching them when he abruptly halted, his long eyelashes quivering slightly, the fascination in his eyes gradually turning clear.