Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife

He really doesn’t want to!

In his view, girls are all silly, that Katherine Quinn... Hmm, not that smart either.

"I’m not interested in girls, mommy, don’t overthink it!" Little Jasper Howards seriously told his mommy this fact.

Alice Conley immediately felt speechless and choked up.

The little guy was quite straightforward, and after saying this, he patted his butt and went back to his room, leaving Alice Conley and Dorian Howards looking at each other, wide-eyed.

After a long while, Alice Conley said, "Uh, what if... our son likes boys instead of girls in the future, what then?"

"Maybe we should work harder and have another child for insurance?" Alice Conley suggested.

Dorian Howards chuckled, looking at his wife with a planning-ahead expression, he reached out and flicked her forehead, "What are you thinking? If Jasper starts being interested in girls at this age, that’s when you should worry!"

"..." Alice Conley thought and realized it was true.

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On the fourth day in Falling City, Kyle Kinston took Mabel Quinn to the top bridal shop in the city, where renowned domestic and international wedding dress designers were stationed to personally serve Mabel. The stunning wedding dresses almost overwhelmed her.

The designer took Mabel’s measurements and let her choose the type of wedding dress she liked. Faced with all those dresses and albums full of wedding gowns, Mabel suddenly found herself caught in a selection blind spot, unsure of which one to choose.

In the end, Kyle helped her select one to try on. With the help of several staff, Mabel put on the wedding dress, and the stylist quickly did her hair and coordinated all the accessories.

Looking at herself in the floor-length mirror, Mabel felt a little dazed. She had worn a wedding dress years ago, but she never got to walk down the aisle in the one she chose.

This time, it would definitely be a different ending.

"Mrs. Kinston, are you ready?" the stylist beside her asked.

"Ah?" Mabel was startled, though many had started calling her Mrs. Kinston, or Mrs. Kinston, sometimes she was still unresponsive, "Yes, I’m ready," Mabel replied.

Then the staff pulled back the curtain.

Behind the curtain, Kyle Kinston had been sitting on the sofa, but upon seeing Mabel, a flash of amazement crossed his eyes, and he unconsciously stood up.

In his eyes, no matter how she appeared, she was always beautiful. But at this moment, her beauty blended with the pure white wedding dress, imparting a sacred touch.

In his mind, a vague image emerged of her standing in front of him in a wedding dress years ago; six years had passed, yet on her, time seemed to have stopped — she looked as young as she did back then, though her eyes had lost some of their initial innocence and had gained a serene elegance.

Those were supposed to be their most beautiful six years, but he had missed them.

Kyle Kinston walked up to Mabel Quinn, murmuring, "You’re so beautiful..." Beautiful enough to captivate his heart and soul, and beautiful enough to make him regret everything back then. "But I’m already a bit older now."

He was eight years older than her; he hadn’t felt anything about it before, but now he wished he could be younger.

"What are you saying? You’re not old. You’re mature, and I like mature men." Mabel Quinn smiled.

Lifting the hem of the skirt, she slowly spun around in front of Kyle Kinston, "Does it really look good?"