Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife-Chapter 935 - 973: Don’t Think About It

Mabel Quinn looked up, only to see Kyle Kinston’s expression was indifferent, calmly eating noodles without showing any emotion.

Just then someone said, "Oh right, I heard that woman back then still had an old flame in our neighborhood, didn’t she? Later that woman died, and it seems the old flame also died, their body was all cut up, no idea if the woman’s husband did it, but the old flame probably never imagined even in his dreams that his lover had such a big background."

Kyle Kinston’s face suddenly went pale, he turned to look at the man who spoke, and that man shivered abruptly, feeling as if his voice was stuck in his throat, unable to utter another word.

It felt like... the man with phoenix eyes staring at him seemed as if he wanted to destroy him.

"Hey, why didn’t you continue? Go on, what happened next, did the case just get dropped?" Others around urged, but the man, with a pale face, said no more.

Kyle Kinston looked at Mabel Quinn and asked, "Can we leave? Let’s go somewhere else to eat, shall we?" His eyes filled with urgency and pleading.

"Okay." Mabel Quinn replied, and she and Kyle paid the money and left the noodle shop.

When the noodle shop owner collected the money, she stared at Kyle for a long time, suddenly seeming incredulous, "You... you wouldn’t happen to be..."

Kyle didn’t wait for the owner to finish her words, already holding Mabel Quinn’s hand and leaving, while the owner watched their backs in a daze, her heart suddenly surging with infinite emotion.

That young boy who once ate noodles at her shop had grown so big, looking so decent. She thought of the man who took this child away back then, whom she had heard of, a big shot who could do anything he wanted in Falling City.

The child now must be living a completely different life from his childhood. The owner thought this until their figures completely disappeared from her view.

Mabel Quinn could only feel her hand being gripped tightly by Kyle Kinston, so tight that her finger bones felt a vague pain.

But at the moment, she was more concerned about his terrible complexion. Even after they left the noodle shop, his face was still gloomy, so pale that it seemed to lack a single hint of blood.

"Kyle, don’t think about it, don’t think about anything!" Mabel Quinn couldn’t help but say from beside him.

She called out several times before he slowly turned his head to look at her, but to her surprise, his eyes looked so empty, like they had lost their soul.

"Kyle!" she called once more, raising her hand that wasn’t held by him, gently patting his cheek, his state making her scared, "Don’t scare me, Kyle!"

Suddenly, he seemed to exhale a breath he had been holding in, his previously empty eyes finally regaining clarity.

Mabel Quinn finally let out a sigh of relief, "Are you... okay now?"

"What happened to me just now?" he asked, rubbing his forehead.

"You were like a person whose soul had left their body, I called you but you didn’t respond, clearly looking at me, but it seemed like your gaze wasn’t in focus," Mabel Quinn said.