He still pressed his thin lips tightly together and said nothing.
So, Mabel Quinn simply held Kyle Kinston’s face and kissed his forehead, eyebrows, the corners of his eyes, and the bridge of his nose... "Alright, don’t be mad anymore. Your angry expression is kind of scary to look at." As she continued kissing, she felt as if she was the one taking advantage. But then again, he was a 30-year-old man, yet his skin was still so good, without visible pores. How many men at this age have such good skin?
But his skin was so good that even she, a woman, felt envious! She wondered if, in the future, when they got married and had children, their baby would have such enviable skin...
Uh, wait, that seems a bit off-topic. She shouldn’t be thinking about that now, right?
Mabel was quite speechless with herself at the moment. How could she think about that?
"Are you afraid too?" His voice suddenly sounded by her ear.
"Uh? What?" She didn’t react immediately.
"When I’m angry, are you also afraid?" His gaze was fixed on her intently.
Under his intense gaze, she only felt dry-mouthed, as if his gaze had pinned her whole being down, "No... because I know your anger is because you worry about me."
With a helpless sigh, he drew her into his arms and murmured softly, "Next time, don’t make me worry ." That feeling of panic was so distressing.
She didn’t know when it started, but her influence on him was becoming more and more apparent. And he didn’t reject this kind of influence.
"I understand," she said. To be worried over by someone you love, actually... feels sweet.
At night, a car brought Grace Yowell to Han Garden.
"Miss Yowell, the young master is currently in the studio over there, please follow me," the servant said respectfully.
"Alright." Grace Yowell was very satisfied with the servant’s respectful attitude, "No need to follow, I’ll find Daniel in the studio myself." She dismissed the servant and walked directly towards the studio.
Until this moment, there was finally a trace of unease and anxiety on her face.
Why did Daniel take Mabel Quinn away? Is there really nothing between him and Mabel? What did they talk about in the car? Her mind was full of guesses and that’s why she chose to visit Han Garden.
Reaching the door of the studio, Grace Yowell gently pushed the door open, only to see Daniel Harris sitting on a chair, holding a charcoal pencil, sketching.
However, the sketch was still of Drumbeat Village, portraying a boy and a little girl sitting in front of a dilapidated house. The little girl was looking down, seemingly weaving something with her hands, while the boy was smiling warmly at her.
That was... him and Mabel Quinn in the past!
Grace Yowell’s heart suddenly tightened. He was drawing the experiences of him and Mabel again. To him, it seemed that only those times were the most precious, and her years of companionship seemed irrelevant.
"Remember those times?" Daniel Harris’s voice suddenly rang out.
Grace Yowell was startled, but her face broke into a smile. She stepped forward and said, "Of course I remember. Back then, I always ran to your house to find you. Sometimes, when you couldn’t take my persistence any longer, you’d just keep me company."