Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife

Mabel Quinn raised her hand and gently unbuttoned the collar of Kyle Kinston’s shirt.

His body tensed slightly, but he didn’t stop her actions, only saying in a low voice, "Do you still want to see it?"

"Yes." She replied, continuing to unbutton.

Until his shirt was completely unbuttoned, she finally saw his chest and abdomen with several reddish bruises. Clearly, these were from being hit by her father.

She naturally understood her father’s feelings and knew he was actually standing up for her, expressing his indignation for her sake.

But seeing Kyle’s injuries made her feel a bit uncomfortable, as if her heart... was being pricked with a slight pain.

"I’ll talk to my father again about things between you and me, father... he doesn’t know about the Kinston Family’s Blood Curse and Destiny Connection." Mabel said, "Wait here for a moment, I’ll go ask the butler for some medicated spray."

Saying that, she turned and left the room. A moment later, she returned hurriedly with two bottles of medicated spray specifically for bruises and contusions.

Mabel said, "When I spray it, there will be a slight stinging sensation, just bear with it for a while." This was a special warning the butler had given her when he handed over the spray.

"Alright." He replied.

So she first sprayed the larger spray, waited a few minutes for the medicine to absorb some into his wounds, and then applied the smaller spray.

"Does it hurt?" She asked, his expression remained unchanged, making it hard for her to gauge the extent of his pain.

"It doesn’t hurt." He said with a gentle smile.

She showed a face that clearly doubted his words.

So Kyle said, "To me, this kind of pain really doesn’t count as pain, so you don’t need to worry about it."

"I... I’m not worried..." she instinctively retorted, but as she started to speak, she suddenly paused. If this pain wasn’t considered pain for him... then that meant, for him, what could be called pain would be much more severe than these injuries...

Images of him during the Full Moon appeared in her mind, the pain he experienced then.

At that time, he seemed to lose his reason, his handsome face twisted in agony, those phoenix eyes filled with crimson... was it this kind of pain? The Full Moon pain... was that the real pain for him?!

Mabel was somewhat lost in thought... and the Full Moon... she shuddered slightly, counting the days in her mind—right, in a few days, the Full Moon would come again.

That would mean his pain... would act up again?

"How do you plan to spend the night of the Full Moon?" The words slipped out of her mouth.

Kyle, who was in the middle of buttoning his shirt, looked up at her and said, "How do you want me to spend it?" As if handing the choice over to her, allowing her to decide everything.

Mabel even felt that if she said now that she didn’t want to be with him on the night of the Full Moon, he would probably just smile and have no objections.

These days, he reigned in his domineering behavior, his arrogance. He no longer acted like before, controlling everything according to his own will, regardless of others’ feelings.

Now, if she says she’s unwilling, he definitely wouldn’t force her.

Is he... changing?

She said, "I’ll talk to my father and see if you can spend the night of the Full Moon at the Quinn Family."

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