Rory walked into the bedroom leisurely. He looked at Mable, sitting in bed, with a frown. “I hadn’t seen you for a few months, but you lost a lot of weight.” Mable’s cheeks had sunken in, and she looked haggard since he last saw her. He knew it. Blair had not been taking good care of her. Rory was sure he was right to bring Mable back. Mable looked at Rory, gritting her teeth. “What are you trying to do, Rory?” Rory approached the bed and smiled teasingly. “What do I want to do? Mabes, you’re my wife, but you want to marry someone else. What do you think I should do?” Mable clenched her fists. “For the last time, Rory. I’m not your wife. It’s none of your business who I marry.” Rory stared at Mable, narrowing his eyes dangerously. He asked, “You love Blair that much, huh?” Mable pursed her lips and looked at him with a firm look. “Yes, I love him.” She loved him from the moment she laid eyes on Blair. After regaining her memory, Mable fought back her feelings and
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