Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Blair held the kitchen knife and cut the washed ingredients. He was serious and careful.

Once he had chopped everything up, he boiled some water and put them in.

He remembered Tracey said that Mable had a sweet tooth, so he also prepared some sweet treats.

Mable hugged her pillow and nestled on the sofa to watch a movie. However, her mind was not there.

She stared blankly at Blair, who was busy in the kitchen.

If anyone had told her in the past that Blair would help her wash her clothes stained with period blood and make soup for her, she would have thought that person was dreaming. Nonetheless, since last night, Blair had helped her with these things.

When he returned to the bedroom in the middle of the night, he realized her feet were cold. So, he sat at the end of the bed and held her feet until they had warmed up before he laid down. Mable did not dare to imagine such a gentle and caring Blair before this.

Blair seemed to have sensed her gaze and turned around.

Caught off guard, Mable met his eyes.

She looked into his deep black eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Subconsciously, Mable looked away as if she were caught red-handed.

Blair was done with the soup. He walked out with a bowl and said, "You'll feel better after having this."

"Thanks." Mable took the bowl and held it in her hands.

The delicious soup filled her stomach and warmed her soul.

Blair sat next to her and wrapped his hand around her waist. "You're welcome. I'll make it for you every month."

After pausing for a brief moment, he added, "Only for you."

Mable's eyes flickered. She smiled faintly and commented, "Blair, I'm not used to you being so gentle."

Blair raised his eyebrow. "Isn't it good? Do you want me to treat you coldly like before?"

"...No."

Mable liked him being gentle and kind to her, but.....

Her heart still felt empty.

How long would this last?

"Master Blair, Assistant Nielsen is here." Aunt Grace, the housekeeper, walked in.

As Blair did not go to the office today, he had Amos send over some important documents.

When Amos came, Blair went up to the study.

After telling him about the company matters, Amos talked about the car accident last night.

"I went to the vehicle administrative office and checked. The driver last night was drunk. Before driving, he had just finished drinking with friends at a nightclub. However..."

Amos observed Blair's expression and continued, "The driver suddenly had 70,000 dollars transferred to his account yesterday morning. I checked the sender's information and found out that it was... Thomas."

Blair frowned.

Thomas was Luke's right-hand man.

Hence, last night's car accident was not as simple as it seemed.

Blair closed the file in front of him and looked exceptionally cold.

"Get the car ready."

"Understood."

Mable was watching a movie when he heard footsteps coming from upstairs. She saw Blair and Amos walking downstairs together.

Blair walked toward Mable and caressed her head dotingly. "Take a nap once you've finished the soup. I'll be back soon."

Mable nodded. "Mm. Go on. Don't mind me."

Blair left the villa and called Solomon.

"Come with me to the Fowler Residence."

The Fowler Residence.

Luke seemed to have expected Blair's visit. He was making tea in the living room and poured him a cup. Seeing Blair walk into the house, he pointed at the tea he just poured. "Freshly brewed Earl Grey. Try it." Blair stood in front of him and cut to the chase. "The car accident last night. Did you have someone do it?"

Luke narrowed his eyes at Blair and took a sip of his tea. He smiled faintly.

"Last night was just a small warning. It won't be so simple next time if you continue entangling yourself with that woman."

Blair nodded and made a call.

"Do it."

Next, a miserable shriek came from outside the house.

Luke stiffened. He glared at Blair with dark eyes.

"You..."