His body shivered slightly, "Okay, I believe you." But as he spoke, he gradually removed her hands that were holding onto him.
Mabel Quinn's hand froze in mid-air. Why, he said he believed her, but she felt he didn't. At this moment, it seemed like there was a deep chasm between them.
Mabel bit her lip and followed behind Kyle Kinston, "Kyle, listen to me..."
"Enough." He said in a low voice, "Tonight, you sleep here, I'll sleep in the guest room." As he said this, he quickly put on his clothes and walked toward the door.
"No, let me finish what I have to say, please!" She grabbed his arm and said.
"Enough!" The next moment, he spun around and pushed her against the wall. Her back pressed against the wall, and his hand formed a fist, punching the wall beside her face heavily, "I trust you, even if you just lied, I still trust you. Isn't that enough?" His voice was so suppressed, fearing if he stayed in this room any longer, he might really lose control and hurt her.
