CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 66: NO MATTER WHAT, YOU WOULD SAVE ME, RIGHT?

She nodded again. She had watched that live broadcast too, and was naturally clear about it.

"Then tell me, what did he say that offended me?" he asked.

Mabel Quinn was taken aback, her eyes wide as she looked at Kyle Kinston. He... surely he wasn’t asking her to repeat what Katie’s boyfriend had said to him in front of everyone?

But judging by Kyle Kinston’s expression, that was exactly what he meant, so Mabel Quinn could only bite the bullet and say, "He asked if you had some kind of secret illness, and also mentioned... that many in the Kinston Family’s history died young, and whether it was related to the secret illness."

Kyle Kinston’s lips curled into a faint smile, stunningly beautiful, but his eyes were deep, as if they were the deep sea beneath the pitch-black night sky.

She didn’t understand, since these were taboo subjects for him, why did he still want her to repeat them? Or was this some kind of warning to her?

"Do you believe in those words?" he asked again.

Mabel Quinn still remembered that he had once asked her if she thought he had a secret illness. At that time, she hadn’t answered because she didn’t know how to respond.

And now, almost the same question arose; he wanted an answer once again. But this time, she couldn’t avoid answering.

"It’s just a rumor, nothing worth believing," she thought for a moment and replied.

He stood up, walked around the desk, and went directly in front of her. "What if it’s not a rumor, but the truth?"

She looked at him in shock. Truly? Does that mean he really does have a secret illness? Just like she’d seen before, several times when he seemed unwell?

"If I truly have a secret illness, if Kinston Family members truly die young because of this illness, what will you do?" he asked, closing in on her.

She almost instinctively wanted to retreat, but one of his hands suddenly wrapped around her waist, preventing her from stepping back even half a step, forcing her to be close to his chest.

The distance between the two instantly became extremely close.

His handsome face slowly inclined, gradually nearing her face, "What will you do?" he asked again, his refined and deep voice emanating once more from his thin lips.

She immediately felt a sense of dryness in her mouth, even her heartbeat inexplicably quickened.

What would she do... She really couldn’t do much. Even if the Kinston Family truly had some secret illness that would cause early death, she wasn’t a doctor, so what could she do?

After a while, she awkwardly said, "If possible, I hope there is a doctor who can cure your illness, so that you won’t... die young."

At the same time, she was also a bit puzzled. This imposing man in front of her, so powerful in the nation, could he truly die young?

Inexplicably, her heart seemed to contract with this fleeting thought, causing a slight pain that even she couldn’t fully understand.

He suddenly laughed softly, "Do you really hope there could be someone to cure my illness?"

"Yes," she replied.

"So no matter what, you will save me, let me live on, right?" His fingers gently stroked her lips.