Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Chapter 28

‘This woman in front of me isn’t ugly at all!’ Leah thought to herself.

“So you’re Master Blair’s wife.”

Leah quickly calmed down and smiled elegantly, but her tone was full of mockery. “Oh, that’s not right. You’re his ex-wife.”

She had long heard from a friend in Richworth that Master Blair and his secret wife had divorced.

She was not afraid of a woman who had been dumped by Blair.

Thinking of this, Leah looked at Mable even more condescendingly. “Master Blair has divorced you, so why are you still pestering him shamelessly?”

Mable sighed as if she was troubled. “Who said I was pestering him? He’s clearly the one obsessed with me, sticking to me like glue and not letting me leave.”

“Nonsense!” Leah pointed at Mable and spoke in a sharp voice.

“Do you even see yourself in the mirror? How dare you say Master Blair is obsessed with you? I think you’re delusional!”

Mable yawned and waved her hand. “So noisy. Have someone throw her out!”

Mable had not slept last night and used up a lot of energy, so she was a little tired. She stood up to go upstairs to catch up on her sleep.

Leah was so mad that her face turned red. She walked up to Mable and pointed at her nose. “You got dumped, yet you dare to make a show of authority as Mrs. Dowler. I’m telling you, I’m Master Blair’s future wife!”

If it were not for the person in black who suddenly barged in and knocked her out that night, she would have slept with Blair and become his wife.

Mable hated it the most when someone pointed a finger at her, not to mention that Leah was arrogant. She instantly grabbed Leah’s wrist and twisted it hard.

“Ah! My hand!”

A crack was heard, and Leah held her hand and fell to her ground.

Mable scoffed. “Look at you. You want to be Blair’s wife? In your next life!”

Soon, the bodyguards outside the house walked in.

Mable clapped her hands. “Throw her out!”

The bodyguards looked at each other and responded with their heads lowered, “Yes, Mrs. Fowler.”

“How dare you?! B*tch, I won’t let you go! Let go of me…”

Leah struggled, but the bodyguards did not let her go, no matter what she said. Finally, she was dragged out and thrown at the entrance.

Blair was handling some documents in the study at this moment. When he heard the commotion downstairs, he called the maid to ask what was going on.

He curled his lips into a satisfied smile when he learned that Mable had Leah thrown out of the house.

…

After dealing with Blair’s unfortunate encounter, Mable returned to her room to catch up on her sleep.

Despite lying on the bed, she could not fall asleep.

She covered her head with the blanket and held her breath. While enduring the piercing pain coming from her heart, she counted her heartbeat one by one.

‘D*mn it!

‘The thing in my blood is acting up again!’

The poison had not attacked once in the two years she lost her memory. Now that she did not have her medicine, she could only fight it.

All of a sudden, the soft mattress next to her sank, catching her by surprise. Next, a pair of strong arms reached out to her.

“Mable! Are you trying to suffocate yourself to death?”

Blair pulled Mable out of the blanket. He was mad and frustrated to see her face flushed red.

Mable looked at him, and her eyes flickered. “There’s light, so I can’t sleep.”

Every time the poison in her acted up, she just wanted to stay in a pitch-black room.

Blair frowned. The curtains in the bedroom were not blackout ones, so a little light would still shine through even if they were closed.

He pulled Mable into his arms. “I’ll have the curtains changed to blackout curtains this afternoon.”

Mable looked up and stared at him. She looked rather dazed. “Blair, what are you trying to do?”

‘He’s not going to sleep with me, is he…?’

Blair raised his eyebrow and tightened his arms around her. “Sleep!”

Mable tensed up at once and pressed hard against his chest with both hands.

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Blair met Mable’s angry gaze. A flirtatious look could be seen in his eyes as he caressed her waist with his bony fingers, intentionally or otherwise.

“If you don’t want to sleep, I can do something else with you.”