Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Mable called Amos and asked about the cause of the incident.

It turned out that Blair did not follow her. He went to the hospital to deliver her lunch, only to see her and Howard in the parking lot. So, he followed them to the restaurant.

Mable went downstairs to the kitchen and saw the two lunch boxes Amos had brought back.

She opened them and saw that one of them had rice with a heart-shaped fried egg on top.

The other lunch box had a top and bottom compartment. It contained a total of three dishes comprising meat and vegetables. The food looked average, but the plating was nice. "Mabes, you have no idea. Blair failed five times in frying an egg. When cooking a simple vegetable dish, he overcooked it once and added too much salt the other time.

"The only thing he didn't fail too many times making was the prawns. Look, he even peeled them for you..."

Aunt Grace said from the side, "Sir also burned his hand while cooking. However, he didn't care about putting medicine on it and went to deliver the food to you." Mable frowned slightly. She had mixed feelings.

Tracey observed her emotions and seized the opportunity. "Mabes, apart from you, I've never seen him treat any woman this well."

Mable stared at the lunch boxes on the table and said with a muffled voice, "I didn't know he made me lunch and delivered it to the hospital. I thought... he was following me." Tracey sighed and shook her head. "He's so reserved. I wish he could have just explained himself."

'He deserved to be misunderstood!'

She held Mable's arm and said, "Mabes, it's his first time chasing someone, so he's inexperienced. Don't get angry with him."

Mable raised her eyebrow. "His first time?"

Tracey looked seriously at her. "Yeah. He hasn't pursued anyone before you."

If not for Mable, Tracey would probably have never seen him like this in her lifetime.

Mable stared at the food on the table. After a moment of silence, she asked, "What about... Liv?"

"Liv..." Tracey seemed to want to dodge the question.

"Did he not pursue her?" Mable asked.

"Um... I only know he met her abroad. I don't exactly know what happened between them. In any case, he started looking for her after he came home."

Tracey did not know much about Liv. She did not even know what she looked like.

"Mabes, you don't have to care too much about Liv. Blair has been looking for her for many years but still hasn't found her. Maybe..."

Tracey lowered her voice as she continued, "Maybe she's long dead."

She knew Mable had always been mindful of Liv's position in Blair's heart. However, nobody knew if Liv was alive, so there was no need to get too hung up on it.

"Even if she's dead, Blair will remember her for the rest of his life."

Mable still remembered the conversation she overheard the last time she was in Ashdale.

Blair said he would keep looking for Liv as long as he was alive.

If it was not because he was deeply in love with her, why else could he not forget her?

Liv would remain precious to him.

"That's not necessarily true. We have a long life ahead of us."

Tracey looked at Mable and comforted her, "The most important person is the one with you now. Besides, Blair likes you."

Mable sighed again. 'He doesn't like me-he's only interested in me.

'Perhaps, to him, I'm a substitute for Liv.'

Tracey added, "Hasn't he been trying to please you in different ways lately

e likes you and wants to

remarry you? Mabes, you should seriously consider it. S

"Not that I'm boasting, but there aren't many men as rich and capable as him. Don't let another woman have the advantage."

Mable nodded with a smile and did not say anything.

It was true. Apart from Blair's bad temper, she could not pick any faults with him.

When she thought about what Aunt Grace said about Blair burning his hand from cooking, she felt guilty and went upstairs with a medical kit.

Blair was in the study. No one answered when she knocked on the door, so she pushed it open.

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As the curtains in the study were drawn, it was a little dim. Blair was sitting on the wide sofa with a lit cigarette in his hand. The room was full of smoke.

Mable walked to the windows and pulled the curtains open. She also opened the windows to get the smoke out.