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.
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