Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit novel Chapter 22

Mable was speechless. An indescribable annoyance rose in her heart.

How did she not realize before this that Blair was a shameless and thick-faced *sshole?!

“Whatever you want!” Mable said snappily.

‘If you don’t want a divorce, so be it. In the worst case, we’ll be unfaithful to each other. I’m not scared!’

In her opinion, Blair was interested in her on a whim. The more she went against him, the more he was interested in her and wanted to conquer her.

If she were as “docile” as before, it would not take long for him to lose interest in her.

Mable added, “My grandpa has been chronically poisoned. You must find the best doctor to treat him.”

Blair was surprised. “Old Master Jefferson has been chronically poisoned?”

‘Didn’t the Jeffersons announce to the public that he had a stroke and is paralyzed? How could he be chronically poisoned?’

Mable poked Blair’s chest hard with her index finger. “In any case, listen up, Blair. If anything happens to my grandpa, I’ll never let it drop!”

Blair held her hand. “Don’t worry. I’ll arrange for the best specialist to treat him.”

Mable snorted coldly. She wanted to withdraw her hand but failed, so she let him be.

“You’re hungry, right? What do you want to eat?”

Seeing as Mable was no longer so tough, Blair’s tone also eased up a little.

“Whatever!”

Mable picked up her phone and sent a location to Rahman, asking him to pick her up.

Blair ordered the maid to make a nourishing soup and a few small dishes.

While eating, Blair suddenly asked, “Mable, when you fell off the cliff two years ago, did it have something to do with the Jeffersons?”

Mable could have returned to the Jeffersons openly, but she sneaked in and went to great lengths to bring Old Master Jefferson out of the hospital.

No matter how one looked at it, it seemed there was more to the story than what met the eye.

The Jeffersons did not seem to be as harmonious as they looked.

Mable’s eyes flickered. She looked at Blair and answered, “Maybe.”

Blair did not say anything. He could tell from Mable’s expression that her fall off the cliff was related to the Jeffersons.

Blair looked at the little woman half lying on the bed. He leaned down and confined her between her arms.

“There’s no need to wait until later. If you want, I can satisfy you right now.”

Mable choked and hurriedly retreated. “Don’t! I’m kidding!”

Her back still hurt.

Blair knew she was only talking big. He was also not such a brute. After all, she was still injured.

“Rest well, and call me if you need me. I’ll just be next door.”

After saying that, Blair left the bedroom.

Once he left, Mable got out of bed and locked the door to the room. Afterward, she sent Rahman a message, asking him to wait for her at the back door.

She did not want to stay under the same roof as Blair.

Blair had just come out of the shower when the maid’s panicked voice came from outside.

“Master Blair, Ms. Jefferson jumped out of the window and ran away!”