She didn’t understand why he acted this way upon seeing her, or said those words, making her feel as if she had returned to the way things were before.

The only difference was that now, she was no longer the 22-year-old from when they first met, no longer easily panicking or having her heart race because of a single word from him.

Even though he was so close to her now, even though his hand was tightly holding hers, she no longer felt anything like she once did.

His face turned extremely unpleasant, his eyes darkened, and he put some distance between them again, leaning back against his chair. Yet his hand still held hers, never letting go.

The atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became oppressive and silent.

Kyle Kinston slowly closed his eyes, does his beloved have someone else in their heart... Why did he feel such a sharp pain when he heard her say that?

Clearly, he had always had physical contact with his beloved, shouldn’t he feel any pain anymore, right? Yet the pain kept spreading in his heart, making even breathing seem difficult.

When my father met my mother years ago, my mother’s heart was also with someone else, and now, his beloved too has someone else in their heart.

Will he repeat his father’s mistakes? Or will he eventually spend this lifetime with his beloved... relying on each other?!

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About half an hour later, the car pulled up to a standalone three-story house in G City, resembling a small villa, with guards posted outside, though it was much smaller in scale compared to the former Kinston residence in J City.

After all, Kyle Kinston’s business in J City took a long time, requiring him to stay there for a year or two, while the stay in G City wouldn’t be as long, at most two or three weeks according to the news, simply for negotiation on cooperation intentions.

Mabel Quinn followed Kyle Kinston into the house, where the servant had already prepared dinner. He instructed the servant to add another set of tableware.

The servant added a set of tableware for Mabel Quinn. Once they sat down, Mabel Quinn glanced at their intertwined hands and said, "Can you let go of my hand?"

"No." He refused directly.

"But how will I eat like this?" She asked, her left hand held, leaving only her right hand free.

"If you think you can’t eat like this, then I don’t mind feeding you." He said.

"..." She was speechless; having him feed her was out of the question. Eating with just one hand wasn’t impossible, except for dishes that required shelling, which would just be a bit more trouble.

Mabel Quinn ate with her right hand, while Kyle Kinston ate with his left hand.

Even though he used his left hand, he was much more fluid than she was. Of course, she knew he was ambidextrous, and recalling the past, this situation wasn’t unfamiliar either...

Oh heavens, why did she think of the past again? Don’t think about it anymore! Mabel Quinn hurriedly focused on eating, secretly warning herself.

Those memories she thought she had already forgotten seemed to slowly revive after seeing Kyle Kinston.

"Name?" His voice suddenly broke through.

She was stunned, looking up at him, somewhat puzzled.

"What’s your name?" Only this time, he was less concise than before.