"Who... are you going to fall in love with?" His voice trembled, his brows knitted tightly, and the veins at his temple were faintly bulging.
"No matter who I might fall in love with, I won't fall for you again. You can rest assured," Mabel Quinn said. "If you don't believe me, then I can swear, I, Mabel Quinn, swear that in this life, I will never fall in love with Kyle..."
"Stop!" He raised his hand and abruptly covered her lips, but his hand was trembling violently. His tremor was so intense that it even surprised Mabel.
At this moment, his face was ashen, without a trace of color. His expression even seemed to carry a hint of fear, as if he was extremely afraid of the words she was about to utter.
Mabel was stunned. She had never seen such an expression on his face.
"Don't... don't say it, not another word..." He managed to say this with great difficulty, as if each word drained all his energy.
Mabel couldn't help but frown. His behavior seemed indeed rather strange.
