Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife-Chapter 913 - 950: I Want to Marry You

"You..." She blushed, glaring at him, "Be careful not to tear your wound open."

"Did you feel any difference between kissing me and ’him’?" He smiled faintly, his gaze somewhat captivating, almost as if he was deliberately inviting a comparison with ’him’.

"Of course, there’s a big difference. How could that ’him’ kiss like you do... Hold on, that ’him’ is also you." The back and forth with ’him’ and ’he’ was making her dizzy.

"Yes, ’he’ is also me... So yesterday, when ’he’ said he wanted to marry you when he grew up, how did you respond?" He raised his eyes to look at her, his fingers gently caressing the lips he had just kissed.

"I just... said okay... I’m willing..." Her lips felt so hot, the places he touched felt like they were burning.

"It seems like you might prefer the version of me with the mind of a 5 or 6-year-old. When he proposed, you agreed. But what about me? How long do you think you’ll keep me waiting?" He moved closer, whispering in a way that was intoxicating, making it hard to remember he was supposed to be injured.

"That’s not true," she quickly replied, "I like him because he is also you."

She paused, her face still flushed, but her gaze was steady, no longer avoiding his eyes. "I promised that version of you I’d wait for him to grow up and become his bride because... I want to marry the present you."

She said this in one breath. Her answer back then was not casually given, but something she had thoroughly considered.

"You... want to marry the current me?" He stared at her in a daze. Usually so composed and calm, even when shot during an assassination attempt, he could still command the scene with composure. Yet now, his heart raced, and his mind became blank.

Was it possible? Could it be as he hoped? But he feared he might have misunderstood, that he might be mistaken, only to end up with misplaced joy. "Have you... decided, or are you... still considering?" His voice was filled with hesitation, even... a touch of fear.

Only she could make him like this.

Mabel Quinn nodded and said, "I’ve decided, Kyle. I want to marry you. I want to be with you. I’ve thought it through."

His eyes gleamed with joy, his lips quivering, "Really?" His voice was even choked.

Mabel nodded firmly once more, "Really!"

He pulled her forcefully into his embrace with one arm, "It’s wonderful... wonderful that you’re willing to marry me, that you’re willing, you’re willing!"

"Kyle, your wound... don’t press on your wound," she quickly said, afraid his tight embrace would cause his wound to reopen.

But he continued to hold her tightly, saying, "Let me hold you a little longer, just a little longer. Mabel, Mabel..." he murmured her name repeatedly.

Did she know how many years he had yearned for her, how many years he had searched for her?

When he came to know there was such a thing as a destined partner in this world, when he realized there could be someone meant to be with him, he was curious and longed to know what kind of person his destined partner would be. Would it truly be like the unspoken legends of the Kinston Family, that everyone in the family was destined to fall in love with their destined partner?