Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit novel Chapter 114

After Tracey and Ethan left, Mable and Blair were the only ones left in the bedroom.

Blair looked down at Mable in his arms. He gently caressed her pale face and wiped away the sweat on her forehead.

He was guilty and regretful.

“Mabes, how do you feel? Better?”

Mable leaned powerlessly on his shoulder. “Blair, I’m in pain…”

‘I’m dying from the pain.

‘It hurts so much.

‘It’s torturous.’

“Where does it hurt? Mabes, tell me. Where does it hurt?”

Blair panicked and loosened his arms around her waist.

Mable opened her mouth but could not get a word out.

“Mabes…”

Blair was heartbroken to see her in so much pain.

Mable turned over with difficulty to face Blair. Her hands trembled as she grabbed his collar and buried her head into his neck as if she was collapsing.

“You… drank.”

Blair reeked of alcohol.

He nodded. “Mm, a little.”

Mable bit her lip and did not say anything.

Given that he had drunk so much during the day, he must have been in a bad mood.

Well, there were no more leads on Liv. It would be strange for him to be in a good mood.

Mable was upset and could not help but cry.

She had never been a crybaby. Since she was a child, her grandpa had told her she would be the head of the family in the future. She must be strong and not cry, no matter what.

However, with the person she liked by her side, the tears she had held back for so long streamed down her face in an instant.

Blair’s heart ached as her tears dripped onto his skin.

Blair stared at her and suddenly remembered she was in the same condition as that rainy night a while ago.

What old illness was it that could cause her so much pain?

He had seen her blood test report the last time. It had showed that nothing was wrong with her.

It seemed he would have to bring her for a full body checkup once her condition stabilized.

The pain in her limbs and bones was slowly receding. Mable felt her body gradually warming up.

She got through it.

She sighed a breath of relief.

Mable thought she would have to resist the pain for 24 hours before the pain would stop torturing her.

Blair sensed that Mable’s muscles were relaxed. She was also not in as much pain as before. He asked, “I’ll carry you for a bath, okay?”

Mable, with her head still buried in his arms, nodded.

Blair lowered his head to kiss her forehead. He then carried her toward the bathroom.