After cleaning Mable, Blair changed the wet sheet and covers before carrying her out.
Mable felt better, but her body had no strength.
Blair put the blanket over her and gently caressed her cheeks, which had regained a bit of color. “I’ll ask the doctor to come in and take a look at you again, okay?”
“No need.”
Mable was fine.
She had gotten through the most painful moment. After resting for a while, she would be as good as new.
Mable held Blair’s hand. “Blair, lie with me for a while.”
‘This is the last time.
‘I guarantee that this is the last time.’
Blair could not refuse such a request from her. So, he lay down beside her and embraced her.
Mable closed her eyes and found a comfortable spot in his arms.
Blair stared at her and asked after a moment of silence. “Mabes, why haven’t I heard you talk about your old illness?”
Mable casually answered after some thought, “I was injured abroad. It’s old and not a big deal.”
Blair clenched his fists to conceal his anger. “How is this not a big deal?! You were in so much pain!”
“It’s not a big deal if I can’t die from it.”
“Mabes…”
Mable suddenly raised her hand to cover his eyes.
Next, she opened her eyes and kissed him.
Blair froze.
Mable gently kissed him, savoring his wine-scented breath.
The bedroom curtains were not drawn, so the sunlight shone on Blair’s well-defined and handsome face.
Only one side of Blair’s face was in the light, while the other half was in the dark. It was mesmerizing.
Mable stared obsessively at his face. She liked him very much.
She liked him so much that the thought of him loving another woman deeply made her heart ache.
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