Even now, there’s still an incredible feeling that this child, merging his and Mabel’s bloodlines, is a completely new life. Within her, there are traces of him and Mabel—appearance, temperament, personality, and even preferences—all have some similarities with theirs.
Inheritance is such an amazing thing. He once thought he would despise his own bloodline, but now he wants to give this child the best of everything. When he looks at her, holds her, and hears her call him daddy, that sense of fulfillment from the flow of blood is something he has never experienced before.
Is this perhaps the reason? Even though the Kinston Family has such a Blood Curse, it has still been passed down from generation to generation, ultimately not perishing.
After seeing the child, Mabel Quinn and Kyle Kinston came to the adjacent bedroom. "I’ll take a shower first," Kyle said, as he hurried back and naturally hadn’t washed up.
"Okay," Mabel replied. As for the change of clothes, he had left some at her place before. Of course, it wasn’t because he planned to stay overnight; sometimes he would help his daughter with homework and get his clothes dirty, so he kept some for replacement, which unexpectedly came in handy now.
However, when handing the change of clothes to Kyle Kinston, Mabel Quinn couldn’t help but blush a bit. Oh come on, what was she thinking! She invited him to stay tonight purely... just to sleep, simply because she wanted his company!
When Kyle finished showering and came out, Mabel Quinn had already changed into pajamas. She noticed his hair was still a bit damp, so she had him sit down and used a hairdryer to dry his hair.
The warm wind brushed through his hair, and her fingers gently combed through his strands.
Just as she said "Done" and put down the hairdryer, he suddenly grasped her hand.
She was taken aback and looked up at him, only to see his eyes fixed on her, as if a thousand words were unspoken, containing emotions too complex.
"What’s the matter?" she asked.
"I just feel it’s been too long since you last dried my hair like this," he murmured softly. "I really hope that in the future, you will continue to do this for me."
Such a simple gesture yet evoked his longing; in his memory, only when their relationship was at its sweetest had she dried his hair like this.
"Certainly, I will in the future," Mabel Quinn replied with a smile.
In the next moment, her body was suddenly lifted horizontally by Kyle Kinston. He held her as he walked toward the bed. Mabel Quinn’s heartbeat accelerated sharply; her hands instinctively clung to Kyle Kinston’s neck while her face kept getting hotter.
He carefully laid her on the bed, then climbed in, pulling the covers over them and turning off the light.
Suddenly, the room plunged into darkness, and Mabel Quinn’s body involuntarily stiffened, feeling his breath spattering on her face and scorching her skin.
"Alright, let’s sleep," his voice came from the darkness.
Sleep? Yes, it’s time to sleep, but somehow his words left her with a faint sense of disappointment.
Oh heavens, what was she disappointed about! Mabel Quinn couldn’t help but secretly mock herself.
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