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
Mable hesitated and said, “I’m not going to the office. There’s something I need to take care of.”Jeremiah did not pursue the topic and nodded. At any rate, he had the day off today and nothing else to do at home.After breakfast, Mable went out.She deliberated all night before finally deciding to see Blair.After all, he got injured trying to save her. She had a moral obligation to visit him.When she arrived at the hotel, she was just about to knock on the door when it opened from the inside.Blair stood by the door, wearing a well-ironed suit. He looked handsome and exuded extraordinary charm.Behind him were Amos and Arthur. They looked like they were about to go out.“Mabes?” An imperceptible trace of surprise and happiness flashed in Blair’s eyes when he saw Mable.“Are you going out?” Mable asked.She thought that he would stay at the hotel to recover from his injury today.“Yeah...” Blair glanced at the medicine box in Mable’s hand and immediately said, “We’re goin
Blair raised his brows. Although he had expected Remus to find him personally, he did not think it would be so soon.“Remus?” Mable looked at Bair. “The head of the Rothschild family?”Blair nodded. “Let him in.”Amos responded and went out.Not long after, he returned with an elderly man with graying hair.Despite being in his seventies, as the head of the Rothschilds, Remus looked spirited and had sharp features and keen eyes.He held a diamond-studded cane symbolizing his status and authority in the family.It was Mable’s first time meeting the head of the Rothschilds. Surprisingly, he looked rather kind, contrary to his rumored fierceness.Remus looked at Blair and spoke fluently in Italeean, “Mr. Fowler, it’s been a long time.”They had crossed paths at a party several years ago.Blair stood up and shook Remus’ hand. “Mr. Remus.”Remus’ gaze shifted to Mable, and he said with a faint smile, “You must be Mrs. Fowler. Hello.”Mable nodded politely. “Nice to meet you.”S
Mable nodded. “Yeah. He has a guest, so I came here.”Spike asked, “Don’t leave so soon, Mommy. Let’s have lunch together later.”Mable did not have anything to do in the afternoon, so she agreed.Spike had just finished exercising and was sweating all over. By the time he took a shower and got ready, it was almost lunchtime.Mable and Tracey took Spike to the hotel’s restaurant. Just as they sat down, Blair arrived.“Blair, you’re here. Sit here.” Tracey tactfully vacated the seat next to Mable for Blair.Mable looked at Blair and asked, “Has Remus left?”Blair nodded. “Yeah.”Tracey ordered the food, and soon, the table was filled.Mable served a bowl of Spike’s favorite tomato soup.Spike looked at her. “Mommy, Daddy’s right hand is injured, and he can’t move it much. Can you help him with the dishes?”Mable paused and glanced at Blair sitting beside her.He sat there, sipping tea with his left hand while his injured right hand rested on the table, not touching the cutle
After having lunch with Spike at the hotel, Mable was about to go home.Just then, Amos came back with the medicine.Blair glanced at it and frowned. “It looks very bitter. I won’t take it.”Mable heard those words and gave him a look. “You’re an adult. Aren’t you embarrassed at being afraid of bitterness?”That said, she also disliked bitterness and had to prepare preserved fruits or candies every time she had bitter medicine...Blair looked at her and smiled faintly. “You’re one to talk. I remember I had to coax you a whole day every time you took medicine...”Mable’s lips twitched. She did not expect Blair to say that.He remembered that she disliked bitterness and even coaxed her into taking medicine...Spike laughed and seemed to understand his father’s intentions. “Daddy, do you want Mommy to coax you into taking medicine?”Before Blair could speak, Mable said bluntly, “No way.”He was not a child and did not need someone to coax him to take medicine. That was too child
Was it tears?Was he crying when he wrote these words?Wait for me.What was that supposed to mean?Mable did not understand. Why would Blair put their photos on his bedside and write so many affectionate words?Why would he do this if he did not love her?However, if he loved her, then why would he treat her like that...In her memory, Blair was a cold and heartless person. When she was critically ill, he had an affair with another woman, even shamelessly bringing his mistress back to bed at their home...“Did you find it?” Blair’s voice came from outside.Mable snapped back to reality and immediately closed the album, placing it under the pillow. She took the bottle of preserved plum and went outside.Blair was just about to enter the bedroom when she came out.“I found it.” She passed the bottle to him.Blair took it, opened it, and brought a piece to Mable’s mouth. “You used to love these.”Mable was stunned and instinctively opened her mouth.The preserved plum was s