Kyle Kinston took Mabel Quinn's hand, feeling a slight tremor, as if he still couldn't believe this reality.
It's too beautiful, everything he yearned for seemed to arrive too quickly, way too quickly.
His hand even carried a light tremor.
But she hooked his hand gently with her fingertip, as if to soothe his tremor, and her soft smile seemed to tell him this is real, not a dream.
Kyle couldn't help but chuckle. He had faced so many grand scenes, yet he had never lost his composure like this.
This could only mean he was too nervous.
Nervous... He once thought this word would never be associated with him, but ever since he met her, there were so many firsts—he would get nervous, feel flustered, anxious, love a woman so deeply that even she couldn't believe it.
The Ruby ring returned to his hand, Kyle took a deep breath, slowly aligning the ring to Mabel Quinn's ring finger, sliding it on bit by bit.
