Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

This was an exclusive private room. The interior was lavish, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of Richworth at night. When Blair brought Mable inside, Solomon and Kyle were already there.

Kyle looked at the two of them walking hand in hand. He put out his cigarette and said, "Hey."

They had all met before, so Mable was not reserved. She nodded and greeted them before taking a seat.

Solomon whistled loudly and looked meaningfully at them. "Master Blair, when are you two remarrying?"

Mable cast a cold look at him. "Who told you we're going to remarry?!"

Solomon twitched his mouth. 'Weren't you holding hands? Are you not back together?'

Blair glanced at him and held Mable's hand again. "I'm still pursuing Mable."

He had not gotten her yet, so the remarriage would have to wait.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Kyle looked playfully at him. "I met Mr. Morse two days ago. He seems to still have feelings for Ms. Jefferson.”

'Mr. Morse?'

Mable asked after some thought, "Howard Morse?"

"Yes, him."

Blair's face darkened. "He's just up to no good!"

Anyone who dared hit on his woman was simply asking for trouble!

Mable looked proudly at Blair. "A fair lady and a gentleman are well-matched. Isn't this normal?"

Blair was speechless.

"Hahaha..."

Solomon laughed regardless of his image. "Master Blair, you've met your match."

What goes around comes around. Blair would have a hard time pursuing his wife.

At this moment, the door pushed open. Tracey was last to arrive, with several shopping bags in her arms.

"Sorry for being late. The traffic was bad."

Solomon teased her, "As usual, the one who comes late has to pay the bill!"

Tracey was unhappy. "How can you guys let a little woman like me pay?"

Since everyone arrived, the waiter began to serve the food.

Mable looked at Kyle next to her and stood up with her glass.

"Mr. Goodman, I'll toast to you."

Kyle was startled for a moment before he stood up with his glass too. "Ms. Jefferson, you're too polite. You can just call me by my name." The two of them clinked glasses and downed their drink.

Mable picked up the wine bottle and filled his glass again. She discreetly placed her fingertip on the mouth of the glass for a second.

"I heard that you're very skilled. I'd like to spar with you when I get the chance."

She smiled generously.

Kyle looked at Blair and smiled faintly. "Forget it. I'm afraid Master Blair will kill me if I hurt you."

Blair took a sip of his red wine and said seriously, "You can't hurt her."

Kyle only stared at Blair.

Solomon patted his shoulder. "Kyle, we're not looking down on you. Mable is really strong!"

After all, she was Sonora, who dominated the boxing ring by going 1v10.

Kyle looked at Mable in shock. "Then I'd like to exchange a few blows with you when we can."

"Sure."

The two of them clinked glasses and downed their drink again.

Mable smiled when she saw Kyle drinking the wine she poured for him.

"Drink less wine."

Blair poured Mable a glass of juice and filled a bowl of seafood chowder for her. "This is their signature dish. Try it."

"Thanks."

Mable took a sip of it but suddenly felt nauseous after swallowing it.

"Ugh."

Mable covered her mouth and rushed into the bathroom to vomit.

"Mabes!" Blair was taken aback. He dropped his cutleries and quickly followed.

Tracey was worried and followed behind them. "Mabes, are you okay?!"

"There's nothing wrong with this chowder, is there?" Solomon looked at the chowder on the table. They had it just now, and it tasted quite good.

Mable vomited everything she had just eaten.

Seeing that she looked slightly pale, Blair wanted to send her to the hospital.

Mable rinsed her mouth and shook her head. "I'm fine. There's no need to go to the hospital..."

Since the weather was relatively hot the past two days, she had not eaten much cooked food. She might have gotten gastroenteritis.

Tracey suddenly thought of something and stared at Mable's tummy for a while. Even though she was hesitant, she still asked, "Mabes, you're not pregnant, are you...?"