Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Mable lowered her head to study the scar on Blair's chest closely. “This... isn't a tattoo?’

When she and Blair had just gotten married, she had once barged into his bedroom without his permission. At that time, he had just finished showering and was shirtless, so she noticed the number on his chest. She did not look closely then, so she thought it was a tattoo.

After learning from Tracey that his first love was called Liv, Mable thought he had her name tattooed close to his heart.

Now, it seemed she had misunderstood.

It was not a tattoo, but a scar.

Mable gently caressed the scar on Blair's chest.

She wondered if it had anything to do with Liv.

While she was lost in thought, her hand was suddenly held.

Mable came back to her senses and met Blair's deep eyes.

“Mabes, you're back.”

Mable’s heart skipped a beat. She nodded. “Mm, you're awake. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?”

While she asked, she withdrew her hand calmly and helped him button up his pajamas before covering him with the blanket.

Blair looked at her, feeling disappointed.

“I feel a little dizzy, and my throat hurts,” he spoke weakly in a rather hoarse voice.

“Open your mouth, and let me see.”

Mable lifted his chin and checked his throat. “Your tonsils are inflamed.” The medical kit had limited medicines, so Mable messaged Hugh to buy more.

After, Mable poured him a glass of water, which Blair accepted graciously.

“Why did you ask to be discharged?” Mable questioned him coldly. Blair answered, “I don't like the smell of hospitals.”

Mable was infuriated. “Blair, how old are you? Don’t you know your condition?! You have a gunshot wound, not a tiny cut!”

She hated patients who did not listen.

She did her best to save him, only for him to have no care for his body at all.

Blair held her hand again. “Mable, you're so caring to me.”

Mable struggled but could not break free, so she let him be.

“You got injured saving me. I'd feel guilty if you died.”

Blair frowned. “Is that all?”

Mable did not answer him and changed the topic with a straight face. “Don't talk if your throat hurts!”

Blair stopped talking.

Before long, Hugh returned with the medicine.

Mable fed him a round of medicine. However, afraid that his fever would recur, she was ready to stay by his bedside to observe him for the night.

Blair moved to the other side of the bed and patted the empty spot beside him.

Mable refused. “No, I'll lie on the sofa for a while.”

Blair did not obey her this time and said, “If you dare sleep on the sofa, then I'll sleep on the floor!”

Mable knew he was not joking. After a busy night, she did not have the energy to mess with him. She compromised and lay down.

He was injured and sick anyway, so he would not do anything to her. As soon as she lay down, Blair wrapped his arm around her waist. Mable froze. “Blair, don't mess around!”

Blair looked at the dark circles on her face and rubbed her eyelids. “I won't do anything. Go to sleep.”

Mable had stayed up all night and had no rest during the day. If she continued the cycle tonight, her body would not be able to take it. Blair suddenly regretted using this bitter trick.

Mable closed her eyes but could not fall asleep.

Blair's chest was pressed tightly against her back, and she could almost feel his strong heartbeat.

She could also feel his ticklish warm breath on her neck.

Mable opened her eyes and moved her body little by little, wanting to break free from his embrace.

"Mabes...”

Blair called out to her in a hoarse yet sexy voice.

Mable’s heart was beating fast.

All of a sudden, the arm around her waist tightened.

She looked up and was instantly greeted by a passionate kiss from Blair.