Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Blair leaned back in his seat, calm and collected as he said, “You slept with me. Aren't you going to be responsible for that?"

Mable was not convinced. “I paid you!”

“It wasn't much, but it’s still money!

Blair thought about the 9.90 dollars transferred to his account. He was so furious that he almost had a heart attack.

“This d*mned woman!"

He grabbed Mable’s shoulder and pressed her into the seat. “Mable, what do you take me—"

“Hiss!” Mable gasped.

A piercing pain came from her left shoulder.

Blair froze for a moment and suddenly sensed that his palm was wet and hot.

He looked down to find blood on his palm.

“You're hurt!”

Blair's heart twitched hard. He sounded anxious and worried.

Mable was wearing a dark-colored shirt, so it was not obvious even when stained with blood. Moreover, it was dim in the car, so Blair did not notice right away.

Mable coldly pushed his hand away. “It's nothing. It's just a small injury.”

Her shoulder was grazed by the bullet shot at her just now. In her opinion, it was not worth mentioning until now, when Blair used too much force and hurt her.

“You're bleeding so much. How is it just a small injury?”

Blair was worried and distressed. He quickly started the car to drive to the nearest hospital.

“I'm not going to the hospital!” Mable said.

She could handle such a small injury herself.

Blair glanced at her. Without a word, he turned the steering wheel to swivel the car around to drive to his place.

After making several turns, he drove into a private villa in the city center.

All of the first-tier cities in Croquen had properties by the Fowler Enterprise. Thus, Blair stayed in his private villa every time he traveled. Once the car stopped, Blair carried her as soon as Mable put her feet on the ground outside.

“I can walk by myself!” Mable pushed him, not wanting to be so intimate with him.

"Don't force it!”

Blair quickly carried Mable into the house and ordered the maid to call the doctor.

“There's no need to call a doctor. Just bring me the medical kit, and I'll take care of it myself.”

Soon, the maid brought the medical kit over.

Mable unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the wound on her shoulder. Then, she began to skillfully disinfect the wound.

The wound was not deep, so there was no need for stitches.

After disinfecting the wound and stopping the bleeding, she only needed to apply some medicine and bandage it.

“Let me do it.”

Blair picked up the gauze from the medical kit and sat beside her. Mable did not refuse him. After all, it was inconvenient for her to bandage her wound with one hand.

Blair gently wrapped the gauze around her wound. Inadvertently, he saw the hickeys on her neck and collarbone.

They were traces he left last night.

Mable noticed his line of sight and kicked him in the calf. “What are you looking at? Hurry up and bandage it!"

She had to leave after the bandage was done. She still had things to do.

At this point, Rahman should have sent her grandpa to the airport. Blair was kicked, but he curled his lips instead of getting mad.

After dressing Mable’s wound, Blair helped her button up her clothes and suddenly asked, “Mable, let's not get a divorce, okay?"

Mable froze. “We're not getting a divorce?”

“Who are you kidding?!"

Blair stared seriously at her. “Since we slept together to save you last night, you have to be responsible for me.”

Mable twitched her mouth. This was the first time she encountered a man asking a woman to be responsible after s*x.

“I didn't beg you to save me!” Mable sneered.

“You couldn't hold yourself back.”

Blair stared at her with his deep eyes.

Last night, Mable gave him a feeling that was too familiar. He needed to confirm something.