Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Now that Blair's heart was with Mable, he could not have anyone else. Only she could be his wife!

He would compensate Liv in another way.

Solomon finally understood. It seemed Blair was truly in love with Mable.

“Are you not going to look into Mable’s identity, then?”

Even Rahman and Hugh were willing to serve Mable. It was evident she was more than just the eldest miss of the Jeffersons.

Blair narrowed his eyes slightly and put out his cigarette. “No.”

Mable had many secrets. She was unwilling to tell them now because she did not trust him enough and had not fully accepted him yet.

He could not rush it, much less force her.

“She'll tell me when she fully accepts me.”

Solomon tsked and gloated, “Given her character, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a long time.”

“After all, you tortured her so much in the past. You deserve this!"

Blair smiled bitterly and suddenly remembered something important. “Oh, right. Have someone go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and revoke the divorce application.”

It had almost been a month since their divorce application was filed. If unrevoked, they would be divorced for real.

“Understood. I'll call the people in Richworth and have them get it done.”

After they were done talking, Blair returned to his bedroom.

The water in the bathroom was running.

Mable had returned and was taking a shower.

The thought of her fair skin and exquisite figure turned Blair on.

He had been hugging her to sleep every night but could not touch her. God only knew how torturous it was.

Blair poured a glass of cold water and drained it in one go.

A click was heard as the bathroom door opened.

Mable walked out in a bath towel. Her long hair was tied into a bun, revealing her long neck and smooth shoulders.

Her towel was only long enough to cover her thighs, exposing most of her legs. There were still some water droplets on her skin.

Blair stared at her and gulped.

He startled Mable, as she did not expect him to be in the bedroom. She turned around and headed for the cloakroom.

Blair cursed internally and went to take a cold shower.

By the time he had washed up and returned to the bedroom, Mable had changed into her pajamas and was waving at him from the sofa.

It seemed Blair had taken a cold shower for nothing.

“Come here. I'll change your bandage.”

Blair sat on the bedside and removed his shirt.

Mable removed the wet gauze on his shoulder and applied new medicine with a cotton swab.

“I made this medicine myself. Apply it once a day before bedtime for a week. It's a miracle worker and won't leave a scar.”

Mable explained while applying the medicine.

Blair smiled gently as he said, “Thanks.”

Mable pursed her lips without saying anything.

Once she was done, she blurted, “Thank you, Blair.”

*Hm?"

“What are you thanking me for?"

Mable suddenly lifted her head. Then, she took the initiative to kiss him while wrapping her hands around his neck.

While Blair was shocked, his body was the first to react. He carried her up and walked toward the bed.

He threw her onto it and pressed down on her with his muscular body. They kissed passionately.

*...Mabes.”

Mable kissed him back.

Blair became more immersed, his voice hoarse and attractive. “l won't be able to hold back if we keep doing this.”

Mable looked at him with a charming smile.

“Little vixen!’

Blair cursed internally. If he could still hold back, he should just be a monk.

He kissed Mable again without any hesitation.

The atmosphere in the bedroom became more flirtatious.

By the time they took a break, it was midnight.

Blair kissed the woman in his arms who had fallen asleep from exhaustion. He was about to carry her to get her cleaned up when he suddenly felt his neck stabbed by something sharp.

He felt a stabbing pain and immediately lost consciousness.