All Chapters of Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

Tracey had… Mable stared at Tracey in disbelief while clutching the towel in hand. She shook with rage. The maid said Arthur dropped Tracey home yesterday afternoon. That meant the hickeys all over her body were… Tracey and Arthur had… The sound of a door opening echoed through the living room. Blair had probably arrived. Mable buttoned Tracey’s pajamas up immediately and tucked her under the covers. Then, she took a deep breath to calm herself before walking out of the bedroom. Blair was taking off his shoes in the hallway. “You’re here.” Mable walked over with a smile. Blair extended both arms to pull her into his embrace. “How is Trace?” “She has a cold. She’s asleep after taking some medicine.” Blair nodded and went to the bedroom with Mable to check on Tracey. Tracey was restless. She was mumbling in her sleep like she was having night terrors. Mable leaned closer to listen, and she heard Arthur’s name. She nudged Blair. “Come on out. We should let her

Tracey jolted up anxiously. “You beat Arthur up? Why? How is he?” Mable looked sternly at Tracey. “You should know why I hit him.” Tracey pouted unhappily. “You beat him up because he rejected my love. It’s—” Mable cut her off, her tone harsh. “I saw the marks on your body when I wiped you down last night.” Tracey froze and clutched her collar. “Mabes, I—” Mable held Tracey by the shoulders and asked earnestly, “Tell me, Tracey. Did one thing lead to another after drinking, or did he force you?” Tracey lowered her head. She sounded husky and lost. “Don’t get the wrong idea, Mabes. Arthur didn’t force me. We were drunk, and I don’t know how we…” Mable sighed to herself and asked, “Did he say anything about owning up to his actions?” Tracey abruptly picked her head up. Her eyes reflected solemnness. “Mabes, Arthur doesn’t like me. If I make him date me, he will hate me. That’s not the love I’m looking for. “Besides, I’m partly to be blamed for what happened. I know he

Since Jefferson Enterprise won the tender for the northern suburbs project, Mable handled the remaining paperwork before meeting up with Blair.While on the way, Mable called Ralph to inform him of the news. At the other end of the line, Ralph remained in silence. “Grandpa, I held my end of the bargain. Now, it’s your turn.” Mable reminded her grandfather. Ralph said indifferently, “I underestimated Blair. However, Luke isn’t going to let this go.“Well, that’s none of my problem. I’m not interested in their family’s affairs. Mabes, from now on, I will stay out of your business with Blair.” “Thank you, Grandpa.” After hanging up, Mable let out a sigh of relief. Blair, Solomon, and their other buddies often gathered at Nox Club. Mable stepped out of the elevator and saw Blair waiting for her in the corridor. “There you are.” He approached her and took her hand. “Is everybody here?” Mable asked. Blair nodded and led her to the private room. Solomon, Tracey, Ky

Blair’s question drained the color from Martha’s and Luke’s faces. Martha looked at Blair. “What’s the meaning of this, Blair?” Blair stared at the couple indifferently with a sarcastic smile. “Should I spell it out for you? I’m not your son. Anthony is, though.” Luke’s eyes widened. “H-How did you…” How did he know? Martha was quick to respond. “No, Blair. Don’t believe in rumors—” “Amos!” Blair cut her off.Amos, on standby outside, entered the house and handed a file to Blair. Blair took the file and tossed it on the desk. “Here’s our maternity test report and yours with Anthony. Do you want to take a look?” Dumbstruck, Martha gritted her teeth. It never occurred to her that Blair had run their DNA samples. Luke knew now that Blair had found out about his birth. Otherwise, he would not have confronted them with the DNA test results in hand. Luke clenched his fists. He should have known better than to underestimate Blair. Blair gave Luke a callous look, his

It was a night of passion and love. Mable woke up the next morning to find the other side of the bed empty. She got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom to find Blair busy in the kitchen. He was still in his pajamas, his sleeves rolled up his elbows. He held a spatula in his right hand, probably cooking an egg. Sensing her gaze, Blair turned around and saw Mable standing in the living room. She was fixated on him. He put down the spatula and approached with a doting and sweet smile. “You’re up.” “Yeah.” Mable hugged his waist affectionately. “I want my eggs done over easy.” “Okay.” Blair took her hand. It felt cold. “It’s getting chilly. Go and grab a sweater. Breakfast will be ready soon.” “Okay.” Mable returned to the bedroom, washed up, and wore thicker loungewear. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her mind wandered back to what Blair said to her last night. A strong sense of despair overwhelmed her. Blair wanted a child. Mable propped her hands ag