One night can be very short, or it can be very long.
The face that was the last to imprint her eyes seemed no longer in such pain, and those phoenix eyes seemed to have regained their clarity.
At this moment, Mabel Quinn opened her eyes, and what came into view was a familiar ceiling, the ceiling she would see every day when she woke up.
Where is this place? She shivered, suddenly remembering that this is the Kinston Residence! Last night she was brought here by Dorian Howards, then pushed into the room, and then...
Mabel Quinn sat up suddenly, then heard a cold voice ringing, "Awake? I've had someone bring new clothes, put them on yourself."
Mabel looked up to see that Kyle Kinston was already dressed, his lean and firm body wrapped in a sharp suit, looking so noble and dignified. The pain and embarrassment from last night seemed to be just her imagination.
