He suddenly grabbed her hand, "Would you really love me? No matter what kind of person I was before? No matter what I've done?" His expression carried a rare hint of nervousness, and in his eyes, there was a strong desire.
Mabel Quinn smiled, "Yes, I love you, whether you're a CEO or a fugitive. Kyle, do you love me?"
"Do you... want me to love you?"
"Loving someone, of course, also means hoping that the person you love loves you back," she said, "If you haven't fallen in love with me yet, then it looks like I have to keep trying to make you fall for me soon!"
"Then what if... I can never love you?" He didn't know what it would be like to love someone. He wanted her love, but instinctively resisted loving someone.
He didn't want to place his destiny in someone else's hands, didn't want to become as frenzied as his father.
