Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

When Mable woke up, Blair immediately asked the doctor to give her a checkup.

He was only relieved when he learned there was nothing wrong with her body.

Tracey helped Mable sit up. "Mabes, you scared us to death. You were having a nightmare, and we couldn't wake you up, no matter what."

Mable's heart ached as she stared at Tracey's innocent face.

If only that night five years ago had been a dream.

"I'm sorry, Tracey. I dragged you into this."

If it was not for Beatrice wanting to take revenge on her, Tracey would not have been captured.

Tracey held Mable's hand tightly and said with a smile, "Don't be silly. It wasn't your fault. If you hadn't arrived in time, I would've been violated. I'm only fine now because of you. You're my lucky star, Mabes." When Mable appeared, it was as if she saw an angel. She felt safe.

Mable loved Tracey's optimism and cheerfulness. She always smiled and faced everything that happened.

The naive and bright Tracey reminded Mable of how she used to be.

Blair came in with some food and said, "Mabes, have some food."

"Yeah, Mabes. You haven't eaten for a day. Have something first." Tracey was sensible. She gave them space and snuck away.

When Blair brought the porridge over, wanting to feed Mable, she stopped him. "I'll do it myself."

Blair refused. "Don't move. Your hand is still injured."

Mable looked at her bandaged right hand and smiled. "This is nothing."

She had worse injuries before.

Blair frowned and stayed silent as he fed her.

After Mable was done eating, he sat by the bed and looked seriously at her.

"Why didn't you tell me what happened last night?!"

Mable looked at him and answered, "It happened suddenly, so I didn't think much about it. Besides, they asked me to go there myself. I was afraid they'd harm Tracey if there were more people—" Blair punched the mattress. "Did you not think about your safety?!"

Mable was startled for a while. She stared at his angry eyes and said, "You should know I can protect myself."

"What if?!"

While Blair believed in her abilities, anything could happen.

Those men last night were armed, whereas she went barehanded. What if there was an accident?

The thought of it gave Blair chills.

He had always been calm and rational. However, when it came to things related to Mable, he could not act the same.

Mable pursed her lips. She had nothing to say.

While Blair was mad, she could tell he was more concerned about her.

Blair placed his hands on her shoulders. "Mabes, even if there's very little chance you'll get injured, I'll still worry."

Mable looked down and nodded. "I'm sorry for making you worry."This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Blair lifted her chin. "Mabes, promise me that if you ever encounter something like this in the future, no matter how urgent it is, you must tell me first." Mable was left speechless by his words.

"Even if it's a serious matter, I'll face it with you. You don't have to fight it alone, nor do you have to put yourself in danger.

"Remember, you're not alone, and I'll always be by your side."

Mable stared at him with mixed feelings.

She forced herself to hold back and not reveal her true emotions in front of him.

In the past, she would have been overjoyed if Blair said these words to her. Now...

She only felt sad.

Mable would rather not have regained her memory. That way, she would not have to remember what happened that night five years ago.

It did not matter if Blair would still ignore her and even divorce her.

She could still like him secretly.

Now, Mable remembered everything.

She thought she had let go of what happened a long time ago.

However, when she saw Tracey pinned by the two bastards last night, she realized she could not escape the nightmare five years ago. She could not forget it, nor could she let it go.

"Blair."

Mable smiled indifferently. "Thank you."

Someone like her did not deserve him.

"Mabes, you know that's not what I want."

Mable broke away from his hand and changed the topic. "I'm sleepy. Let me rest."