Mable slept until the next morning.
When she woke up, she saw Blair sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her.
Blair had not rested all night. His usually dark eyes were slightly red, and he had heavy dark eye circles.
“You’re awake.” His voice was dry and hoarse.
Blair helped her sit up and handed her a cup of water.
“Thanks.”
Mable drank half of the glass and had just put the cup down when Blair suddenly pulled her hard into his arms.
“W-what are you doing?”
The force Blair used left Mable breathless.
“Mabes.”
He called her name hoarsely.
“I won’t let anything happen to you—absolutely not!”
Mable thought he was still worried about the poison’s attack yesterday and patted his shoulder. “I’m fine now.”
Blair nodded and gently stroked the back of her head.
“You haven’t had anything all day. What do you want to eat?” He asked her.
“Anything, as long as it’s something light.”
“Okay. I’ll have someone prepare it.”
Mable watched him leave. She was unsure if she was overthinking it, but he looked hurt whenever he glanced at her.
Following that, Mable went to the bathroom and took a shower. She stood before the mirror and looked at the hickeys on her collarbone. It reminded her of yesterday’s absurdity.
Since it was so painful to stay by his side, she would leave.
She would have had to leave sooner or later anyway.
Mable smiled bitterly. After coming out of the bathroom, she called Hugh.
“Hey, Boss.”
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