CHAPTER 321: CHAPTER 333-334 BLOW-DRYING HAIR

Edward Quinn gave her such a generous gift, which surprised her. She was just a child from the branch of the Quinn Family and hadn’t visited the main house in years. If it was said that her uncle gave this gift because of his friendship with her father, it still seemed a bit odd. After all, in the past, when her father took her to the Quinn Family’s main house, she mostly saw the old lady Quinn and not much of her uncle.

"This ring is nice. Where did you get it?" Suddenly, a voice sounded in Mabel Quinn’s ear.

Mabel looked up, only to see Kyle Kinston had come out of the bathroom and walked to her side, wearing a bathrobe, his hair still looking damp.

"It’s from the uncle of the Quinn Family’s main house," Mabel said.

"Edward Quinn?" Kyle raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." She nodded.

Kyle picked up the ring from Mabel’s hand, squinting slightly with his phoenix eyes to examine it. After a moment, he said, "The jade in this ring is quite good. It’s probably worth at least 20 to 30 million."

Mabel was startled. She naturally trusted Kyle’s judgment, and thus the value of the ring, given by Edward, far exceeded what she had previously imagined.

"Did Uncle give me this ring because of you?" Mabel asked.

"Not necessarily." Kyle said, "Did anyone trouble you at the Quinn Family’s house tonight?"

Mabel shook her head, "Uncle even took charge to make Alessia Quinn compensate me 3 million US dollars for the clothing fee."

"Don’t think too much about it. Since it’s a gift from your uncle, keep it well." Kyle returned the ring to Mabel.

Mabel put the ring away and then touched Kyle’s freshly washed, wet hair, "Come, let me dry it for you." Speaking of this, it had now become a habit for her to dry his hair every night after he had washed it.

She liked the feel of his hair under her fingers, enjoyed the feeling of caring for him. Often, when she dried his hair, she would think of him with the mindset of a six-year-old.

That side of him that liked her touching his head, liked nestling beside her, with a shy expression that would occasionally break into a radiant smile.

She often wondered if he had never experienced his mother’s abuse as a child, would he have turned out to be a different person now?

"Have you ever seen him looking covered in scars? Seen him as fierce as a devil? Seen him cold and ruthless?" Francine Howards’ voice suddenly rang in her ear.

She had seen him injured, seen his cold and fierce expression, yet those still differed greatly from what Francine described.

If one day she did see him in such a state, would her heart ache, or would she be afraid? But she knew very clearly, no matter what, she did not want to let go of his hand.

"Did Francine say anything to you today?" Kyle suddenly asked.

Mabel flinched, snapping back to reality, "She asked what I love about you and how well I know you."

"And what about you? How did you answer?" He turned his body to face her, raising his chin, while one hand took the hairdryer from her hand and turned it off.

"This is something between you and me, why would I tell her?" Mabel said, "But it’s clear she has deep feelings for you."

"And you? Do you have deep feelings for me?" He didn’t care about anyone else’s feelings, the only thing he wanted was hers. It was a bodily instinct, as if the more she loved him, the more satisfied he would feel.

"Of course, I do." Mabel smiled and said, "No matter what kind of person you are, I think I would continue to love you. I want to always stay by your side, and be able to hold your hand like this at any time." As she spoke, she held his hand.

So, whether he’s a beggar or a criminal, she would continue to love him, she thought. His cold and ruthless nature would never be directed at her.

Kyle looked down at their clasped hands, "Mabel, never let go of my hand."

"I won’t let go, unless one day, you let go first," she teased.

How could he possibly let go of her hand? Kyle pulled Mabel’s hand to his lips, scattering gentle kisses on her fingertips, "Only if I die."

Only death could possibly make him let go of her hand.

"Don’t say anything about dying." She quickly said, due to her father’s early death, she was very fearful of the death of loved ones, and now she didn’t like hearing him speak of death, always feeling it seemed to foretell something bad, "We will both be fine."

"Yes, we will both live well." A faint smile appeared on his lips, then he leaned over and kissed her lips.

After the kiss ended, he smiled, "Do you love me?" he asked softly.

"I do." Even though her skin was still burning with heat, she still responded affirmatively.

He laughed, his smile vibrant and enchanting, as if showcasing all his beauty in front of her, "I love you too, very much, very much."

As his words fell, at this moment, Mabel was astonished to find he was no longer kneeling on one knee; both knees were on the ground.

He was genuinely kneeling in front of her! "Kyle..." she trembled as she spoke, feeling her throat dry up instantly.