Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Chapter 45

Beatrice pretended to be understanding and advised Martha, “Aunt Martha, don’t be mad. Blair probably said that on impulse.”

“It wasn’t!”

Blair looked coldly at them. “I’m a man of my word. In this life, my wife and the missus of the Fowlers will only be Mable!”

Beatrice was stunned and clenched her fists fiercely.

‘On what grounds?!

‘How am I inferior to that b*tch? Why does Blair like her so much?’

Blair’s eyes were dark and hollow. “Also, Mabes is my wife. Even if you don’t like her, please respect her. Do not let me hear you insult her again!”

Even though he was wearing a hospital gown and was pale and weak, he still gave off a sense of oppression.

Martha was infuriated. “In any case, as long as I’m around, Mable won’t have a place in our family. Your dad won’t acknowledge her either!”

After saying that, Martha turned around and walked out.

As soon as she was out of the ward, she saw Mable standing against the wall, enjoying the show.

Martha had truly underestimated her. She was able to make Blair protect her so much.

“Mable, if you’re sensible, you’d better leave Blair as soon as possible, or don’t blame me for going against you!” Martha warned Mable coldly.

She did not believe that Mable could control her.

Mable laughed and said with disdain, “I’d like to see how you achieve that!”

Martha thought Mable only dared provoke her because Blair was backing her up. She ignored Mable and left arrogantly.

She had many ways to deal with an insignificant woman!

Beatrice wanted to stay and take care of Blair, but he seemed in a bad mood. Afraid of becoming cannon fodder if she stayed, she said a few words and hurriedly went after Martha.

When Mable walked into the ward, Tracey immediately pounced on her. “Mabes, are you alright?”

She had learned first-hand how sharp-tongued Martha was.

Tracey was worried Martha would do something crazy to break up Mable and Blair.

Mable looked at Blair and smiled faintly. “How can I not be alright with Master Blair protecting me?”

Blair stared at her passionately.

Tracey looked at Mable and Blair and instantly understood.

“Blair, Mabes, Solomon and I rushed over early in the morning and haven’t eaten yet. We’ll go grab something first. Take your time.”

Solomon did not want to leave. “I ate on the plane. I’m not—”

Tracey kicked him and dragged him outside. “No, you’re starving!”

Solomon was dumbfounded.

After they left, the ward became quiet.

The atmosphere became awkward all of a sudden.

Mable cleared her throat and walked to the bedside. “Don’t sit all the time. You should lie down and rest.”

Blair did not move. “How can I lie down and rest if you don’t help me?”

Mable was speechless at his words.

‘How pretentious!’

Nonetheless, he got hurt saving her. So, she did not say anything and helped him lie down.

Mable sat on the edge of the bed and stared at his wound with a frown. “Does it hurt?”

Blair’s eyes flickered.

Since growing up, it was the first time someone asked him if it hurt.

Even his mom, who prided herself on doing everything for his own good, had never asked him that.

For instance, from when she came in until she left his ward, she did not even care about his injury.

Blair was moved.

He held Mable’s hand and nodded. “It hurts—it hurts a lot.”

Mable became nervous when she heard that.

“It hurts a lot? Then I’ll prescribe you some painkillers… No, I’d better take a look at your wound first. Maybe it’s open. Don’t move. I’ll go prepare the tools…”

She was about to go out and call the nurse when Blair pulled her firmly to stop her from leaving.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!