Mabel Quinn just felt there was an indescribable absurdity in all of this, yet the person who made this absurd decision was Kyle Kinston.

So even if it seemed unreasonable, she could only go along with it for now. After all, she didn’t want to blow things up, let alone have Kyle discover her true identity, which might remind him of everything from their past.

In the vast living room, it was only Mabel and Kyle. Because one of her hands was being held, she could only use the other to scroll through her phone, browsing information, and casually replying to some messages.

As for Kyle, with his lips tightly pressed, he stared intensely at Mabel. His gaze was so strong that it was hard for Mabel to ignore, even if she wanted to.

In fact, she felt a bit stiff all over right now. Even though she was replying to messages or browsing the web, she was preoccupied.

"You staying here with me for the night, won’t that man mind?" he suddenly asked.

Her phone almost slipped from her hand, "That man?"

"Your husband, your daughter’s father." This sentence seemed to squeeze out between his teeth, even if he didn’t want to admit it, but his fate, before he found her, had already formed a family, had children, which seemed to indicate that if he really wanted to have this woman, it would be even harder.

Mabel was stunned. Speaking of which, on her registration, the only name listed as her husband is his, right?

She had proposed divorce back then, but in the end, before she left, they hadn’t divorced.

However, later, due to the shipwreck event, she might have already been presumed dead. In that case, their marital relationship should have automatically dissolved.

"If he minds, can I go back now?" Mabel countered.

"No!" he said.

"Since that’s the case, what’s the point of asking?" she said, then glanced at their clasped hands, "Is this your habit? Do you enjoy holding hands with someone like this all night?"

His dark eyes fixed on her, "This is the first time, and you are the first one."

She had the urge to retort, it definitely wasn’t the first time! They had held hands like this overnight many times before!

But now it seemed he genuinely didn’t remember anything from their past.

While Mabel was thinking, her phone suddenly rang. When she looked at the caller ID, it showed "Atlas," a name input at Katherine Quinn’s strong insistence.

Because Katherine, little Quinn, still doesn’t have a phone, so some names in Mabel’s phone are labeled according to her daughter’s names.

Mabel answered the call, "What’s up?"

"I’m at your house now, Mrs. Wu said you were busy tonight?" Atlas Shaw asked.

"Yeah." She responded vaguely, but fortunately, Atlas didn’t pursue the matter and just said, "Ivy can’t sleep, she’s been insisting she wants to hear you tell her a story."

Mabel couldn’t help but say, "Haven’t you told her a story?" After all, her daughter really liked Atlas usually, frequently calling him "Atlas" and sticking to him for hugs and kisses, sometimes making her, as a mother, feel a bit jealous.