"Alright." Kyle Kinston responded with a smile at the corner of his lips, holding Mabel Quinn’s hand, planning to leave. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novèlfire.net
But just at the moment they turned, Daniel Harris suddenly called out hoarsely, "Little blind girl, are you really giving up on the big blind guy?"
Mabel Quinn’s steps suddenly halted. Little blind girl, big blind guy... Back then, her brother Isaac Zimmerman hated being called blind, and every time other kids in the village would call him that, to make him happy, she always said, "I am the little blind girl, the little blind girl likes to play with the big blind guy. Even if no one else wants the big blind guy, the little blind girl will."
The words she had once spoken seemed to echo in her ears now. Mabel took a deep breath, turned to look at Daniel Harris, "The little blind girl has grown up, and the big blind guy is no longer the big blind guy. Everything is different now."
Daniel Harris’ lips trembled, wanting to say something more, but nothing came out. So, the little blind girl who used to cling to him no longer wants him?
A decade of longing, a decade of unyielding memories, after all, amounted to nothing.
Two lines of tears slid down his cheeks.
Mabel Quinn was suddenly stunned, Daniel Harris... was crying? He was in tears...
But in the next instant, her eyes were suddenly covered by a hand, plunging her into darkness, and a familiar cool voice sounded in her ear, "Mabel, don’t look!"
"Kyle, put your hand down first." Mabel Quinn said.
But Kyle Kinston just repeated his earlier words, "Don’t look..." As he spoke, he quickly led her away, Mabel almost stumbling as she followed Kyle into the elevator, where he finally released the hand covering her eyes.
"Kyle, just now why did you..."
"I didn’t want you to see him crying." Kyle said, holding Mabel’s head with his hand, pressing it down, their foreheads almost touching, "I was afraid if you saw him like that, you would soften, would respond to him."
His hot breath sprayed on her face. In the elevator, it was just the two of them. His presence enveloped her entirely.
So that’s why?! Mabel was speechless, yet this answer seemed somehow reasonable.
She lightly bit her red lips, looking at him steadily, "I won’t respond, Kyle." Because the person she cared about the most was him.
In the elevator, instinctively, Kyle Kinston held Mabel Quinn tightly in his arms.
Meanwhile, in the human resources office, the HR employees looked at the exalted Crown Prince, standing now like a sculpture, the whole person seeming like a fragile glass doll, that could shatter with just a little push.
What had just happened was like an unbelievable scene to those present, the Crown Prince, the online sensation due to Grace Yowell’s incident in the screenplay department’s female employee, and the President Kyle Kinston, as if there were so many gossip-worthy plots involved.
But at this moment, no one dared to gossip about anything.
Neither Mr. Kinston nor the Crown Prince were those whom ordinary people could afford to gossip about.
In the Kinston residence, Mabel Quinn placed the relevant documents of resignation and settlement for Morningstar into a file bag, and then wrote "Morningstar" on the outside of the bag.