"Wanting to maliciously take over your novel wouldn’t be that easy," he said, indirectly admitting that it was indeed related to him.
"Thank you," she said, knowing that he did all these things for her. "In the past, I would have wanted the author’s name on the novel to become mine, but now, I no longer feel that way. Sometimes this book represents a past feeling for me, a feeling that has passed, one that I wish to bury."... That was her secret admiration for Soren.
"Do you really want to bury your feelings for Soren?" he suddenly asked.
She stared at him with wide eyes.
He pulled her onto his lap with his long arm, flicked her forehead, "You don’t think I couldn’t see that the male lead in your book is based on Soren, do you?"
Mabel was in awe of Kyle Kinston, who, despite not being familiar with Soren, could still see through it all.
"But it’s good, you said you want to bury it, then bury that feeling completely. From now on, the person you like and love can only be me," Kyle said.
Mabel touched her forehead, looking a bit dazed at Kyle, "What about you? In the future, the person you like and love can only be me?"
"If you have the ability, then make me only like and love you..." he murmured, finding her wide almond eyes adorable, like a small animal that makes one want to tease it.
He couldn’t help but lean forward, pulling her hands down, and kissed her lips.
"Mabel, in this world, the only person I might like and love would only be you." His voice was like a gentle breeze at night, quietly entering her ears.
"By the way, have you finished the love letter you promised me?" he reminded her before she left the study.
There had been too many things going on recently, and she completely forgot about writing the love letter. Now reminded, she could only blush and say, "I’ll write it when I get back to my room."
"Make sure to write better than the love letter the female lead wrote to the male lead in ’Sound of the Wind.’ If it’s not better, then you’ll have to think of something," he suddenly whispered into her ear.
She was embarrassed, was there even a need to compare?!
When she returned to her bedroom with a flushed face, looking at herself in the mirror, her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes carried a trace of confusion. Her fingers gently touched her lips, as if his warmth still lingered there.
Just now, his kiss didn’t feel as repulsive as it used to, rather it seemed more like a welcome...
Her heart was still pounding, and she thought, she must have fallen for Kyle Kinston.
The next morning at breakfast, Mabel handed the love letter she had written the whole night to Kyle. Given her previous experience of having her love letters dismissed and rewritten by Kyle, this time she wrote it overwhelmingly mushy. In the letter, she practically described Kyle as an incomparable man, and that being his girlfriend was a blessing for three lifetimes.
Unexpectedly, when she handed it to Kyle at breakfast, he managed to finish reading it leisurely while eating breakfast. After reading it, he merely commented with four words, "Not bad at all."
Mabel didn’t know how to express her feelings at that moment.
"Keep this card. If you want to buy anything, you can take the money directly from it." He took out a black credit card and handed it to her, "The password is your birthday."
Mabel quickly said, "No need, I don’t need a card. I still have work, enough to cover my daily expenses." Ever since her mother made her apologize to Lyra Grant, she hadn’t received any more living expenses from her mother. Fortunately, Morningstar provided her with some salary, and she also worked at a cake shop three nights a week, so she could manage her daily expenses just fine.
"Since you described me as a handsome and wealthy man in your letter, I should at least show my wealth. Keep it, in case of emergencies where your little money would be inadequate," he said.
Mabel felt a bit embarrassed about the things she wrote in her love letter.
Kyle had already risen, wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin.
As he passed by her seat, he suddenly bent down and whispered in her ear, "Do you really think it’s a blessing for three lifetimes to be my girlfriend?"
She hadn’t managed to swallow the food in her mouth, and more than half of it sprayed out.
Her reaction seemed to amuse him, and he wiped the rice off her face with a napkin, "You wrote the love letter yourself, so you better live up to what you wrote." With that, he got up and left.
Mabel stared at Kyle’s departing figure, unable to stop herself from groaning. Oh, heavens, if she’d known, she would have written a bit less in that love letter.