After she sat down, he asked, "Which episodes did I watch that night?"
"You watched several episodes," she said.
"Then let’s start with the first one I watched," he said.
So she picked up the remote control and selected the first episode he watched that night.
The animation started playing, and Kyle Kinston watched quietly. His handsome face seemed to be covered in a veil of mist, making him appear so unreal. Clearly he was sitting next to her, yet she felt as if there were thousands of mountains separating them.
— "Sister, my name is Kyle Kinston. Mommy says I’m destined to be lonely all my life." This sentence flashed through her mind once more.
Lonely all his life... Why did his mother give him such a name? At this moment, the way he sat there was as if he was savoring his loneliness.
Inexplicably, she suddenly felt a pang of heartache, feeling sorry for his name.
And her hand involuntarily reached out...
"What are you doing?" A chilly voice suddenly sounded in Mabel Quinn’s ear, startling her back to her senses, only to find that her hand had actually stopped directly on Kyle Kinston’s head.
Oh my god! What was she doing! Mabel Quinn blushed with embarrassment and wanted to withdraw her hand, but Kyle Kinston suddenly pressed her hand, keeping it at the spot near his hair on his cheek.
"I just... uh, couldn’t help it," she said awkwardly, twisting her wrist, trying to pull her hand back, but he was holding it tightly.
"Couldn’t help it?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Because... when you were watching the animation just now, it seemed like you were watching it all alone, as if very..." Lonely? She bit her lip, leaving the word "lonely" unsaid.
His eyes deepened, as if he understood what word she wanted to say. He gradually moved her hand down to his cheek, gently nuzzling into her palm, as if he was soaking up its warmth.
"When I was a child, I seldom had the chance to watch animation, and even if I did, it was only for a short time. I would always watch it alone. Maybe my greatest wish back then was for my mother to watch with me."
Mabel Quinn was surprised. Who would have thought, the illustrious CEO, wielding great power, Kyle Kinston, would have such a simple childhood wish.
"But weren’t you with your mother as a child?"
"Being together doesn’t mean she would do those things with me," Kyle Kinston said with a small smile.
"Didn’t you have any friends?"
"If you had been with your mother in J City when you were young, maybe we would have been neighbors. Then I could have watched some animation with you. I often stayed at home by myself when I was little, watching animation or playing with dolls alone," she rambled on, then suddenly realized it was wrong. Kyle was eight years older than her; by the time she could watch animation with him, he would have long gone back to Falling City with his father.
He chuckled softly, easing her embarrassment and dispelling the somber atmosphere around them.
He raised his hand and pulled her into his arms, "Yes, if we had met a little earlier, maybe it would have been better."