This feeling made it hard for him to let go.

He just wanted to hold her longer, even... until the end of time... Such a feeling had never occurred to him before, but now he experienced it with a woman he had just met.

Is it because she is Mabel?

"Even if you are the CEO, Mr. Kinston, you have no right to hug and hold a woman you’ve just met like this. Don’t forget that you have a fiancée in Falling City," she reminded him.

"Fiancée?" His brows suddenly furrowed, "You mean Francine Howards?"

Upon hearing this name, Mabel Quinn inexplicably felt a tightness in her chest.

She had always understood Francine Howards’s intentions toward Kyle Kinston. Before her own abortion surgery, during her most painful struggles, he was with Francine, and after her six-year pseudo-death, he finally ended up with Francine Howards.

Over the years, she had gradually learned about the reports of him being with Francine Howards. Even though she didn’t intentionally seek out news about him, sometimes she would inadvertently see it while browsing news articles online.

Just like a few days ago, there was a report claiming they were about to enter the marriage aisle. Kyle participated in a Howards Group banquet because of Francine Howards, and so on...

Seeing that report, she felt an indescribable feeling in her heart. Perhaps even the strongest emotions would fade with time.

Back when he insisted on exchanging her uncle’s life for her willingness to abort the child, her heart was already dead, and the thing with Francine Howards only made her heart die more thoroughly.

"Yes, so please keep the proper distance with other women to avoid any misunderstandings with your fiancée." She said.

Besides the initial shock, she appeared calm at this moment. The tone of her voice even conveyed a sense of alienation, as if deliberately trying to widen the distance between them. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

This feeling made him very uncomfortable.

"She’s not." Kyle Kinston said.

Mabel Quinn was stunned, momentarily failing to react, "What?"

"Francine Howards is not my fiancée. I don’t have any fiancée. As for you..." His voice paused, "Until tomorrow morning, I won’t let go."

"What do you mean by that?" she asked.

"The literal meaning," he said, although he released her from his embrace, one of his hands tightly grasped hers as he led her to the small medicine bottle, bent down, and picked up the small bottle from the ground, putting it in his pocket.

She was momentarily dazed. In the past, he would often hold her hand as they spent the night together.

And now, after so many years, is it going to play out again?

Taking a deep breath, she looked at the person in front of her and said, "I don’t agree. I don’t want to hold hands with you like this until tomorrow."

His eyes narrowed, their gaze deep and oppressive.

"So what? No one can change what I decide. Since I said until tomorrow morning, I won’t let go, I definitely won’t let go!" he said coldly.

Her lips curled into a sarcastic smile. Six years had passed, but his character hadn’t changed. Does everything he decides still have to be followed by others? Does he still have to control everything, regardless of whether others are willing or not?