"Look at how anxious you are." Kyle Kinston’s voice had a tinge of jealousy he himself wasn’t aware of. "If Dorian Howards really wanted to hurt Alice Conley, would she still be jumping around happily in front of you now?" She’d probably be long gone by now.
Mabel Quinn thought about it and relaxed.
"Don’t worry, actually, to be honest, I’m afraid Dorian never really got over Alice," Kyle said. "In the three years he’s been in Falling City, he hasn’t been close to any other woman."
Mabel was a bit stunned. A man like Dorian Howards, rich, powerful, and handsome, even if he didn’t pursue women, many would surely come to him. Yet, Dorian had no other women in the past three years.
And at the banquet a few days ago, the way Dorian looked at Alice, saying he had no feelings for her was just a lie.
But who knows how Alice really feels, and why exactly did she and Dorian break up three years ago?
Mabel was pondering these thoughts until the car stopped in the parking lot of the restaurant, snapping her back to reality.
"So we’re here, is this the restaurant?" she asked.
She unbuckled her seatbelt, got out of the car, and was waiting to walk into the restaurant with him when he suddenly hugged her from behind.
"Don’t keep thinking about other people, it makes me jealous." He lowered his head beside her cheek, his lips close to her ear.
"Jealous?" She was startled.
"Yes, I mind, I get jealous. I hope that what’s in your mind is only about me." He said softly, "Didn’t you ask me before why I lost control? It’s because I saw you rubbing Daniel Harris’s eyes. Even though I knew it was a special situation, I still couldn’t help thinking, at that time, in your eyes, in your heart, was it only him? Were all your thoughts on him?"
Mabel laughed, her face blushing as she looked at the man in front of her, "Alright, the fact that you get jealous actually surprises me, but it also makes me a bit happy."
"Happy?" He furrowed his brows slightly.
She lifted both her hands to cup his face, "Yes, happy, because it also makes me think, you’re getting more fond of me, falling more in love with me, aren’t you? But there’s one thing you got wrong. When I was rubbing Daniel Harris’s eyes, I just saw him as someone who needed help. Even though I was looking at him, thinking about his condition at that time, it was only care for a patient, no other feelings involved."
"What if he develops feelings for you?" he asked.
"Impossible," she denied. Daniel Harris is someone Grace likes, and Daniel is also the one who supported Grace’s rise. For a man to spend ten years on a woman without background, he must have special feelings for her.
"I’m just saying if." His dark phoenix eyes had an unusual urgency.
"Alright, alright, even if one day he develops feelings for me, the one I love will still only be you," Mabel said.
"You won’t be moved by him?" His face moved closer.
Moved? She thought of Daniel’s eyes, those beautiful eyes similar to the big brother in her memory. As a child, perhaps she was once moved by those eyes of her big brother.