Blair held Mable, and they both fell onto the sofa. “Are you okay, Mabes?” Blair wrapped his arms around Mable’s waist with care, protecting their unborn baby from harm. Once Mable found her balance, she broke free from Blair’s grasp. Alas, Blair would not let go of her. “Don’t move, Mabes. Careful with the baby,” Blair murmured while caressing her belly. “Listen up, Blair. This is my child, not yours.” Raising a brow, Blair looked at her playfully. “You can’t get pregnant without me.” “You!” Mable choked and pulled a long face. “Let go, Blair.” Blair stared at her belly. “If I don’t let you go, are you going to bite me and stab me in the chest again?” While talking, Blair took Mable’s hand and put it on his stabbing injury. Mable pulled her hand away. “You must be dying to get yourself killed.” She plunged the knife into his chest, knowing he would not recover so easily. “I’m not trying to get myself killed. You want to kill me.” Blair clutched Mable’s c
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