Kyle Kinston's eyes flashed with a cold light as he lifted the hand that was resting on her belly. Her hands, as if they had a mind of their own, pulled his hand back, placing it back on her abdomen.
Her lips unconsciously curved into a slight smile, as if she had just caught hold of something comforting.
His phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, moving from her face to the hand she held. No woman had ever dared to hold his hand like this, as if... his entire life would be held by her.
But now, it was supposed to be him holding her. He was the one in control.
"Mabel Quinn, I will never be controlled by you, never." He murmured lowly, adamant that if the fates dictated that Kinston family members be controlled, then he would be the one to shatter this rule!
At the moment his voice dropped, he pulled his hand from her grasp.
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