"Thank you," Mabel Quinn said. If it weren't for him, how could that manager have apologized to her?
"Today, I just happened to hear it over the phone. If I hadn't heard it, would you have even told me?" he asked.
She remained silent, but her expression had already answered everything.
Kyle Kinston slowly stood up, looking down at Mabel Quinn, "So originally, you didn't plan on telling me about this, did you?"
His voice seemed to carry a faint chill.
Mabel Quinn couldn't help but tremble slightly, "If I were to tell you every time I got upset outside, wouldn't that annoy you to death?"
He let out a light laugh, though it seemed the laughter didn't reach his eyes, "Do you often get upset outside?"
"Actually, not often. Today was… somewhat of an exception," she said.
"Then why not tell me how exactly today was an exception?" he said, walking over to the bar, taking a bottle of wine, and pouring some into a glass, his phoenix eyes glancing over at her, "Want some?"
