Kyle Kinston’s gaze fixed on Evelyn, causing her palms and spine to instinctively break into a sweat, as if he could see right through her.
While she was lost in thought, a sudden crash came from the bathroom.
Evelyn tensed up as she saw Kyle already about to barge in. She hurriedly pulled him back, "No, let me go check..."
But before she could finish speaking, she was thrown against the wall beside her. Kyle had already charged in.
Earlier, she had specifically inquired and learned that the third-floor private rooms of this restaurant were seldom occupied at noon. So she booked a room here, thinking it would facilitate her plan, but instead, it ended up facilitating Kyle.
Once inside, Kyle began pushing open door after door. When he arrived at a particular stall, noises came from within, but no one opened the door despite his knocking.
So Kyle simply kicked the door open and found Mabel Quinn cornered and distressed, evading a man who was photographing her.
"K... Kyle..." Mabel’s eyes were hazy, and she wanted to scream, but the sound that came out was weak. Her whole body was so frail that she could barely stand, leaning crookedly against the compartment wall.
All she knew was that after leaving the private room, she felt unwell, and then, when she reached the bathroom, this stranger barged in, dragged her into the stall, and she had been shouting and struggling to free herself but could not escape his grip. The man had been continuously photographing her until Kyle kicked the door open.
Kyle, seeing Mabel in such a state, seemed to instantly understand something. He yanked the man out of the stall and kicked him to the ground, then took off his own coat to wrap it around her.
Seeing this, Evelyn knew her plan was likely ruined, so she quickly feigned ignorance and approached, "Mabel... what happened to her? Why is there a man here..." She trailed off, yet seemed to want to smear more dirt on Mabel.
"Shut up!" Kyle snapped, his sharp gaze causing Evelyn to shiver involuntarily.
Kyle lowered his head, looking anxiously at the person in his arms, "Hold on, I’ll get you to the hospital right away. It’s okay, I won’t let anything happen to you."
At this moment, Mabel couldn’t hear anything he was saying; all her remaining sanity was waging a war with the unfamiliar sensations overwhelming her body.
It was so unbearable...
Kyle hurriedly left with Mabel in his arms. The bodyguard waiting outside the restaurant came forward upon seeing them, "Elder Kinston, this is..."
"Go detain the man who collapsed near the women’s bathroom and destroy his camera along with the memory card," he instructed coldly. He was determined to get to the bottom of it; anyone who dared to scheme against his woman right under his nose would not get away so easily!
"Yes," the subordinate responded dutifully.
At that moment, in Kyle’s arms, Mabel clung tightly around his neck, her lips instinctively seeking to kiss his jawline...
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