Mable sipped her soup and spoke casually, "I look exactly like my mother."Blair raised an eyebrow, now understanding.Mable could not enjoy the food; she just wanted it to end. Spike seemed to sense that Mable wanted to talk to Blair alone, so after finishing his meal, he said, "Mom, Dad, take your time eating. I'm going to the mall to buy a gift for Nicki. I'll be back later."Mable was concerned. "Are you going alone?"Spike replied, "Mommy, don't worry. I'll ask Uncle Amos to accompany me."Blair nodded. "Alright, go ahead and buy the gift. Come back soon."Once Spike left, Mable dropped her forced smile. Her expression returned to its usual cold demeanor. Blair tried to serve her more food, saying, "Eat a little more; you've become so thin."Mable put down her utensils, "I'm full." She looked at Blair and asked, "Blair, have you considered the divorce?"Blair lifted his teacup and sipped before responding, "No, I haven't considered it, and I won't."He had worked hard to
Mable's words were like sharp daggers, piercing Blair's heart with every syllable. He stared at Mable, feeling an unbearable pain, almost unable to breathe.She hated him, and wished she could kill him. However, she was also the love of his life, someone he was willing to give his life for.Blair gazed at Mable momentarily. Then, he spoke, his voice heavy with emotion. "Mabes, I admit I've caused you pain and suffering. I won't deny that. But those hurts and misunderstandings between us were the result of mistrust and miscommunication. We cleared up all the past misunderstandings and opened our hearts to each other. After that, we were genuinely happy together."If it were not for her life hanging by a thread due to poisoning, they might have continued their happiness."Blair, do you really think I'll believe your words?" Mable's lips curved into a cold, mocking smile, showing she did not believe his words.After a pause, Mable suddenly realized something and looked at Blair with
"Bang! Bang! bang!"Three shots rang out, hitting the spot where Mable had just stood. The people nearby, upon hearing the gunfire, screamed in terror and scattered in all directions.The situation escalated quickly, with gunfire echoing in the air. "Stay still, Mable," Blair ordered, his hand pressing firmly against the back of her head while his other hand held her waist, keeping her securely within his embrace. Their cheeks were pressed against each other, and she could feel his strong heartbeat. At this moment, the familiar scent of his presence brought her comfort.As the gunshots continued, panic ensued. However, it did not last long. Blair's security detail swiftly moved in, overpowering the lone gunman."Mr. Fowler, are you okay?" One of his security personnel asked.Blair reassured them, "I'm fine."The man appeared suddenly out of nowhere. Mable was almost hit, but Blair pulled her into his arms just in time, shielding her from harm.Mable raised her head. Her gaze f
Mable looked at Blair, feeling a complex emotion inside her. She hated him, but he was the first to appear every time danger struck and rescue her from peril. The concern in his eyes and the urgency in his voice were genuine. What did it all mean? If he did not love her, why would he act this way?Mable felt like her heart was a spilled bottle of mixed emotions for a moment, leaving her uneasy. She moved her lips and, after a pause, asked, "Are you okay?" When they went together earlier, a bullet had nearly hit them.Blair discreetly lowered his right hand. His face showed nothing but concern. "I'm fine," he reassured her.With that, Blair instructed one of his bodyguards to call Amos and have him bring Spike back to the hotel. After hanging up the phone, he looked at Mable and said, "Mabes, you should go back. I'll handle this."Mable nodded hesitantly. "Okay."Mable wanted to thank him, but Blair turned and got into his car before she could. The driver looked at Mable and sa
However, she was several steps away from him. His blood could not have splattered on her."It's probably Blair's." He was injured!Mable stared at the bloodstains on her dress, feeling a sense of worry creeping in.Blair was dressed in all black today. If he were injured and bleeding, it would be hard to tell.Jeremiah looked at Mable. "As long as you're okay."As for Blair, he could not care less about his life or death!…At the hotel.Blair sat on the couch while a doctor tended to the gunshot wound on his right arm.The bullet had not been a direct hit. It first pierced through the car they were hiding behind and then struck his arm. As a result, the bullet had reduced impact, and the wound was not profound. It did not hit any vital organs either.After the doctor finished dressing Blair's wound, he advised, "Master Blair, avoid using your right hand for the next few days. When you shower, cover the wound with plastic wrap. Do not let it encounter water until it heals abo
Blair thought it was Alec's call and did not even glance at his phone as he headed toward the study. Fortunately, Tracey looked at the phone screen and saw the caller ID “Mabes.""Hey, it's Mabes calling," Tracey shouted.Blair, just at the study door, heard Tracey's words and immediately turned around. He picked up his phone, and his eyes softened as he read the caller's name.Blair picked up the phone and moved aside, answering, "Hello, Mabes."His tone was incredibly gentle, a far cry from his previous demeanor.The next moment, a familiar voice came from the phone. "Blair."Blair stood by the French windows, gazing into the distance as he replied, "Mabes, I'm here."As long as she called, he would be there. Always.On the other end of the line, Mable hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are you injured?"Blair looked down at the wound on his arm that had just been bandaged and smiled faintly. "Mabes, are you worried about me?"Mable, on the other end of the phone, fell
Mable could not believe what she had just heard. She had even thought about going to see him earlier.Mable leaned on the balcony railing, her heart in turmoil."Mommy, I want a hug,” came the sweet voice of Lemon from inside the room.Mable snapped back to reality and hurriedly returned to the room.Lemon sat on the bed, extending her arms, wanting her mommy to pick her up. "Mommy, bedtime. Sing Twinkle, Twinkle."Mable hugged Lemon, planting a gentle kiss on her soft cheek. "Sure. Let Mommy freshen up and then I'll sing Twinkle, Twinkle for you, my little sweetheart.""Okay, Mommy." Lemon clutched the giraffe plushie her brother had given her and obediently crawled under the blanket.When her phone started ringing, Mable had just gone to the bathroom to freshen up."Mommy," Lemon called out, but her voice was so soft that Mable did not hear.So, Little Lemon picked up the ringing phone and received the call.“Mabes,” Blair’s voice was heard over the phone.Lemon looked at
In Saint Rosa Hotel, Blair sat on the couch in the bedroom, staring at a photo of Lemon on his phone. With his low voice, he began to sing nursery rhymes...Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the phone. “Lemon has fallen asleep...”Blair was startled. “Mabes...”He sang several times and received no response from Lemon, so he guessed that she might have fallen asleep. However, he did not stop.It was a rare opportunity to sing a lullaby for his daughter, so he wanted to sing a little longer.He hoped that his voice would bring her sweet dreams.“Lemon’s sleeping face must be very cute.”Over the phone, Mable snorted softly and said with a coy tone, “My daughter is always cute whether she’s asleep or not.”“Heh.”Blair chuckled. “Mabes, she’s our daughter.”Mable did not want to talk to him about Lemon and changed the topic. “Why did you call me?”Blair said, “You’re a doctor, so I wanted to ask what medicine is good for wound infection.”Blair glanced at the medicine on t