Mabel Quinn glanced at the stack of clothes on the tray and then said, "No need, I'll just wear what I have on. Uh... where's the dining room? Can you take me there?"
"Miss Quinn, please follow me." The servant said.
Mabel Quinn followed the servant to the dining room, where Kyle Kinston was already having breakfast.
A long table, enough to seat a dozen people, and Kyle Kinston dressed in a suit, sat at the very front, eating with elegant posture. Mabel Quinn couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.
No wonder this person is praised online as "the most handsome CEO in history." His suit, tailored to perfection, was practically a living temptation. If Alice Conley saw this, she might have a nosebleed of three liters.
Even Mabel herself felt the urge to have a nosebleed.
Stay calm, stay calm, especially when seduced by beauty . Moreover, this kind of "beauty" in front of her is one she can't afford to be entranced by!
Under the servant's guidance, Mabel approached Kyle Kinston and realized that there was a piece of paper on the dining table in front of Kyle. It was the contract she had seen yesterday, particularly with the additions she had "included": Kyle Kinston must remain loyal to Mabel Quinn after the contract takes effect, never betraying her, and must fulfill all her requests.
Well, this was an addition she had angrily scribbled on last night, initially planning to tear the contract up, never thinking Kyle Kinston would see it.
Mabel Quinn was mortified, "How is this contract with you?"
"I've read the contract. Your additions are quite interesting." Kyle Kinston said coolly, not answering Mabel's question, "Sit down and have breakfast first."
Interesting? Mabel broke into a cold sweat.
The servant pulled out the chair to Kyle Kinston's left, Mabel sat down, and the servant placed a warm cup of milk, bread, and vegetable salad in front of her.
It was a sumptuous breakfast, but Mabel ate with some trepidation. This man, to her, was no different from those who had once given her nightmares. The three hours of madness and the marks he left on her, still not faded, reminded her of how dangerous he was.
But now, she was sharing breakfast with him. She couldn't help but lift her gaze to sneak a look at him. He was chewing his food with his head slightly lowered, a few strands of hair falling on his broad forehead. The three-quarter profile highlighted his deep facial contours, a rarity among Eastern people, and his long, thick eyelashes, with eyes downcast like a fan, reminded Mabel of the dolls she used to play with as a child. A man with such incredible eyelashes made her, as a woman, lament at the unfairness.
"What are you thinking as you look at me?" His voice suddenly rang out.
"Dolls." She replied instinctively, then realized her mistake and caught sight of his piercing gaze.
Those half-closed eyes were now fixed on her. The gaze seemed casual but had the potential to devour her.
Mabel quickly lowered her head, feeling a bit embarrassed. Being caught red-handed for sneaking a look was exactly what happened to her.