It was 10:00 PM at Lindars Castle. Fasier experienced a drop in temperature lately, with rain pouring down for days. Spike was sick again. The boy took his medicine and lay in bed at night. Spike looked at the photo of him and his mother on the phone, missing her so much. Spike missed his mother and wondered what she was doing now. It must be the afternoon in Dorland. Spike looked at his mother’s photo in hesitation. In the end, the longing was too strong, so he opened his contact list. He turned off the lights and snuck under the sheets before dialing the number. Spike listened to the ringing while holding his breath nervously. Ring, ring, ring—The call finally connected. Spike was on tenterhooks. For some reason, there was no sound on the other end of the line. Why was his mother not talking? It took a while before a strange man’s voice came on the call. “Hey? Hello?” Spike was taken aback. Who was the guy? Why was his mother’s phone with him? “Hello?
A member of the household help on duty upstairs came down to inform the group of the news. Tracey put her phone down and rushed upstairs with Kyle and Solomon. The sedative could put Blair to sleep for several hours. However, it could not ease his agitation. Blair woke up to a splitting head, ready for an outburst. Seeing how awful Blair looked, Tracey asked with worry, “Are you alright, Blair?” Solomon rubbed his shoulders. “Chill out, Blair. Kyle and I are hurt. We'll have to check ourselves into the hospital if we have to fight you again.” Kyle said, “I’ve contacted Paul. He’ll be here tomorrow.” Blair pinched between his brows and replied in a husky voice, “Get out. I need a moment to myself.” The best thing to do when he could not control his emotions was to stay away from them. “Blair—” Tracey was about to speak when the bedroom door swung open. Amos barged in, looking anxious. “Master Blair, Ms. Jefferson—” “Amos!” Solomon cut Amos off right away before A
Even though Mable could not see, she knew what was tied to her waist. It was a bomb. Mable held her breath, knowing better than to do anything reckless. It never occurred to her that these robbers would have bombs. The car raced along the road for an hour before stopping. The robbers hopped out of the car, and soon, a few more approached. “Boss, the coast is clear. Let’s get out of here.” “Come on.” The car engine roared. Mable guessed they must have gone with the other SUV. She cautiously moved her wrists and quickly untied the rope. Mable removed the blindfold and realized she was with the other hostages in the car. Her intuition was right. The robbers were long gone. She looked down at what was tied to her waist. As she suspected, it was a bomb. The bomb had not been activated, so it would not go off when she removed it. Mable sighed in relief and told the tied-up hostage next to her. “The robbers are gone. Turn to the side. I’ll untie you.” The hostage w
“Don’t come any closer, Blair!” Mable shouted. Blair paused and saw the bomb strapped to Mable’s waist through the opened car window. His breath was hitched, and he rushed into the car without hesitation. Mable’s eyes welled up. “Are you trying to die, Blair? I have a bomb on me. Stay away from me.” “Please evacuate, Master Blair. The bomb squad is on their way. Leave this to us.” A police officer caught up and tried to talk some sense into him. Blair closed the car door, his gaze piercing. “Get out of here. No one should come close.” Furious and anxious, Mable stared at Blair stiffly. “What are you doing, Blair? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Blair looked at the bomb on Mable and held her hand. “Let go, Mabes. Give me the scissors.” “What are you trying to do? This is a bomb, Blair. It’s not funny.” If the bomb exploded, it would kill her outright. She did not need anyone else to die with her.Blair pried her hand open and snatched the scissors from her. He
Blair stroked Mable’s face. His fingers tenderly brushed away the tears from her eyes. “I’m proposing to you, Mabes.” He was willing to give his life for his beloved. “Is that a yes, Mabes?” Blair stared deep into Mable’s eyes. “Yes.” Mable gave a solemn nod. If they were able to get through it, she would be glad to marry Blair. She did not want to run anymore. Nobody knew what tomorrow would bring. She did not want to leave the world with regret. After getting his answer, Blair took a deep breath in relief. “Mabes, if you lie to me again, I won’t let you leave even if I have to tie you up.” Blair focused on the white wire on the bomb and cut it without hesitation. Beep! As the timer let out a shrill beep, the digits stopped at the twelve-second countdown. The bomb did not go off, and the timer stopped moving. Mable's tense nerves finally relaxed.. Blair lifted his head and looked at Mable with a relaxed smile. “We bet right, Mabes.” Mable looked at her as h
Mable stared at Blair in disbelief. “Why are we going to city hall?” Blair pulled a long face. “You said yes to my proposal.” Mable was speechless. “So?” “So, we’re getting our marriage license now.” Mable froze. Marriage license? It was all happening so soon. “Are you changing your mind?” Blair stared at Mable and noticed her reluctance. His eyes dimmed. “Well, it doesn’t matter if you’ve changed your mind. I told you. I will never let you go, no matter what.” “No, I have not changed my mind.” Mable gazed at Blair, not knowing how to react. “Don’t we need our driver’s license to get our marriage licenses? Did you bring yours? I don’t have mine with me.” Blair froze this time. He was so eager to marry Mable that he did not even think about their IDs. Looking conflicted, Blair contemplated for a while. “We’ll head back to grab our IDs.” Mable glanced at the time. “City hall would be closed by the time we make it back.” Blair furrowed his brows. Mable put
Tracey, Solomon, and Kyle drove behind Blair’s car. The cars arrived back at the villa one after another. Once the vehicle came to a stop, Mable tried to wake Blair. However, he was fast asleep. Tracey rushed over to find Blair asleep on Mable’s shoulder. Tracey sighed and said, “The sedative must only be working now.” “Sedative?” Mable stared at Tracey in shock. Did they administer a shot of sedative to Blair?Why? Tracey tugged at her hair, at a loss for words.Blair got worked up to go to the bank upon learning Mable was held hostage by bank robbers that afternoon. With his emotions running high, they did not want him to act recklessly. So, they gave him a shot for rest. It never occurred to them that Blair would overcome the drug effect with sheer willpower. In the end, Blair made it to the bank. “Um… I’ll explain later.” Tracey summoned Kyle and Solomon over to help carry Blair back to his room. Once Blair was put on the bed, Mable sat next to him to check
Rory frowned. “What happened? Were you hurt?” “I wasn’t. The robbers held many hostages, so I didn’t want to do anything reckless. I planned to sort them out while they were making a run for it. Who would’ve thought they’d be armed with a bomb? They strapped it to me.” Rory’s eyes flickered with menace. He knew Mable was capable of everything but bomb disposal. Sitting nearby, Spike clenched his fists in anger at the mention that the bad guys put a bomb on his mother. To hell with those bad guys. They were not going to get away with it! “What happened next?” Rory asked. Mable replied, “Blair showed up, defused the bomb, and saved me.” Rory fell silent for a bit before scoffing. “You owe him your life again.” Mable was without a word. Rory looked at the night sky outside the window as a thought took root in his mind. He wanted to go to Dorland. That way, he could rush to Mable’s side and save her if anything happened. Instead of Blair, that bastard. Rory was qu