He froze slightly, his gaze fixed firmly on her, allowing her fingers to trace every part around his eyes. The hostility he unconsciously exuded gradually dissipated with her touch.
"Kyle Kinston, Alice is different. I believe she will be very good to the child. Maybe, in the child's growth, there will be a lack of paternal love, but Alice will definitely try her best to give all her love to the child," Mabel Quinn said. When her hand touched his face, she finally realized the coldness of his face.
Especially when she pressed her palm against his cheek, she could feel the coldness even more.
"Why are you so cold? How about I turn on the air conditioner?" she asked, intending to get up to turn on the heater, but the next moment, his hands were already around her waist.
"Kyle Kinston?" she couldn't help but call out.
