In the evening, she routinely helped him wash up; in the bathroom, looking at his lean and tall body, she felt like her eyes were about to shine, as if she couldn't get enough of looking at him.
"So, Mrs. Kinston, are you satisfied?" Kyle Kinston smiled and asked with a teasing tone.
"Mrs. Kinston?" Mabel Quinn was a little taken aback.
"Since you're going to marry me, a lot of people will call you Mrs. Kinston from now on. Not used to it?" He said.
She touched her nose, "It's a bit unfamiliar."
"How about we start using it now, so you can get used to it sooner?" He leaned down, his breath gently brushing against her ear.
The suggestion, hmm... was actually quite good. Mabel couldn't help but smile, feeling a peculiar sensation. In the past, people would call her Miss Quinn, but in the future, it would be Mrs. Kinston, taking on his last name. It felt like a kind of bond between them.
"Alright, let's continue with the wash." She quickly reminded him.
