"Daddy is going to kiss mommy?" the little one asked.
"No." Mabel Quinn suddenly pulled her arm out of Kyle Kinston's grasp, squatted down and said to her daughter, "Mommy will do your homework with you. It's just that mommy hurt her foot, but doing homework won't be tiring. Look, Ivy, how about you help mommy bring out the cushion from the room? Mommy will be more comfortable sitting."
"Okay." The little one immediately headed to the bedroom.
Only then did Mabel straighten up, looking at Kyle Kinston, "Mr. Kinston, if there's nothing else, please leave. If you want to see Ivy again, you can call ahead to make an appointment next time. But other than that, I think there's no need for us to meet."
"Mabel Quinn, must you reject me every time?" His voice was squeezed through clenched teeth.
