Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife

Chapter 985 - 1024: It Was Clearly a Plum Blossom Watch

"Are you going to marry Kyle Kinston?" Edward Quinn seemed a bit dazed. The person in front of him was likely Clover’s daughter, which meant... she could very well be his child too.

If, in the past, he cared about his niece’s marriage solely from the perspective of an uncle, now he looked at the issue with a father’s mindset, which was certainly more complex.

"Yes." Mabel Quinn nodded slightly.

"But isn’t it too quick? You’ve only known him for a year, right? Do you really understand his character? You’re still young, just 23 this year. Even if you plan to marry, there’s no rush. You can wait for two more years, spend more time with him, and then decide whether you want to marry him..." Edward Quinn said, his speech even a bit hurried.

"Although we haven’t known each other for long, I think no man in this world loves me more than he does." Mabel said softly, though she couldn’t persuade him regarding Alice’s matter this time, she’s very aware of how much he loves her.

Edward Quinn couldn’t help but be taken aback, as if he saw Clover smiling and telling him back then, "Edward, I think no man loves me more than you do in this world. If I leave just like that, I would definitely regret it!"

Back then, Clover hadn’t yet encountered those things that followed. At that time, Clover trusted him with all her heart. How could she have predicted that the "man who loved her most" would later suspect and doubt her, casting her into a painful abyss?

Perhaps, in this world, he truly was the man who loved Clover the most. His love for her was too deep, but it was also because of this deep love that he caused Clover so much pain.

And Kyle Kinston? Would he bring Mabel happiness or pain?

For a moment, Edward Quinn stood there, lost in thought.

"Uncle?" Mabel called out. After a while, Edward Quinn snapped back to reality, "Uncle, why don’t you sit down for a bit? I’ll make you some tea. How about having dinner together? I’m just about to make it, there’re still some ingredients in the fridge."

"Okay." Edward Quinn responded.

Mabel Quinn brewed a cup of tea for Edward Quinn, who said, "Do you have your childhood photos here? I’d like to see them."

"Yes." Mabel replied, then took out several photo albums from the cabinet and placed them on the coffee table in front of Edward Quinn. "But most of them are from before I turned eleven. When I was little, my father loved taking pictures of me, so there are quite a few." After her father died, no one really took pictures of her anymore, so her photos are pitifully few. Even her graduation photos were taken by classmates, and she had a few printed.

Edward Quinn picked up an album and started flipping through it, while Mabel Quinn busied herself in the kitchen preparing dinner.

In the photo album, Edward Quinn looked at the tiny baby Mabel, appearing soft and cuddly like a little Bunnie Smith, so adorable. Then he saw pictures from her first birthday, first-year photos, two-year photos... One photo after another, he could clearly see her growing up.

At this moment, he was thankful in his heart for his cousin who took so many pictures of this child.

Suddenly, his pupils constricted, his gaze fixed tightly on one particular photo. In the photo was his cousin, holding five-year-old Mabel in his arms, and on his cousin’s wrist, exposed from the sleeve, was a plum blossom watch.