CHAPTER 555: CHAPTER 575: MABEL, IT DOESN’T HURT ANYMORE

In that case, there wouldn’t be so many scars on his body.

Her fingers gently stroked the marks on his neck, his body suddenly trembled, and a low voice whispered in his ear, "Does it hurt?"

Two words, yet they carried a sense of heartache.

She asked him if it hurt, knowing that the only person who could stop his pain was her.

He slowly opened his eyes, his deep eyes fixing on her as he said, "If I say it hurts, what will you do?"

What would she do?

Then, he saw her slowly lower her head, her lips pressed against his neck, kissing softly.

So gentle, so warm.

Gentle kisses, scattered on his neck, on the scars on his face.

She said, "Kyle, if it hurts, just tell me."

She also said, "Kyle, if I could, I would hope to stop any pain you feel."

She also said, "Kyle, you know? If you hurt, I feel pain too."

Her tenderness was so concerned about his pain.

So, he told her, "Mabel, it doesn’t hurt anymore." With her there, he no longer felt the pain.

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When the four of them left the small motel, Mrs. Harris and the Harris family were already gone.

It was the motel’s owner who mentioned that Mrs. Harris paid for all the rooms before leaving, thanking Mabel Quinn and expressing gratitude, which made Mabel feel Mrs. Harris was considerate.

In contrast to the deep affection between Mabel Quinn and Kyle Kinston, Alice Conley and Dorian Howards looked pensive and thoughtful.

Mabel Quinn pulled Alice Conley aside and whispered, "What’s wrong? Did something happen with Dorian in the room just now?"

Without saying anything, Alice Conley’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, "Nothing, nothing at all." She shook her head like a rattle drum.

Mabel Quinn was highly suspicious.

Dorian Howards pulled Alice Conley to his side, then asked Kyle Kinston, "How are you feeling now, can you still drive? Or should we take my car back to J City and get someone to bring your car back later?"

"No need, I can drive back myself," Kyle Kinston replied.

"But in your current state..." Mabel Quinn hadn’t finished speaking when Kyle Kinston suddenly picked her up, striding towards his car, "I know my own physical condition very well. If I say I can drive back, then I definitely can. As for you, with your ankle twisted and running a fever, we’ll go to the hospital once we’re back in J City."

Mabel Quinn promptly closed her mouth obediently.

Kyle Kinston placed Mabel Quinn in the passenger seat, carefully fastening her seatbelt, and then returned to the driver’s seat, started the car.

"Actually, my ankle isn’t severely sprained, and as for the fever, after a hot shower, I feel much better," Mabel Quinn argued slightly.

"Whether it’s serious or not, we’ll head to the hospital later, and the drive back will take some time, you should get some sleep," Kyle Kinston said.

"Oh," Mabel Quinn responded. It seemed like whenever one had a fever, they became particularly drowsy. When he mentioned it, her sleepiness returned.

She tilted her head, leaning against the seat, her eyes half-opened, glanced at him driving the car, and then sweetly drifted off to sleep.

Having him by her side, she felt very at ease.