Blair leaned back in his seat, calm and collected as he said, “You slept with me. Aren’t you going to be responsible for that?”
Mable was not convinced. “I paid you!”
‘It wasn’t much, but it’s still money!’
Blair thought about the 9.90 dollars transferred to his account. He was so furious that he almost had a heart attack.
‘This d*mned woman!’
He grabbed Mable’s shoulder and pressed her into the seat. “Mable, what do you take me—”
“Hiss!” Mable gasped.
A piercing pain came from her left shoulder.
Blair froze for a moment and suddenly sensed that his palm was wet and hot.
He looked down to find blood on his palm.
“You’re hurt!”
Blair’s heart twitched hard. He sounded anxious and worried.
Mable was wearing a dark-colored shirt, so it was not obvious even when stained with blood. Moreover, it was dim in the car, so Blair did not notice right away.
Mable coldly pushed his hand away. “It’s nothing. It’s just a small injury.”
Her shoulder was grazed by the bullet shot at her just now. In her opinion, it was not worth mentioning until now, when Blair used too much force and hurt her.
“You’re bleeding so much. How is it just a small injury?”
Blair was worried and distressed. He quickly started the car to drive to the nearest hospital.
“I’m not going to the hospital!” Mable said.
She could handle such a small injury herself.
Blair glanced at her. Without a word, he turned the steering wheel to swivel the car around to drive to his place.
After making several turns, he drove into a private villa in the city center.
All of the first-tier cities in Croquen had properties by the Fowler Enterprise. Thus, Blair stayed in his private villa every time he traveled.
Once the car stopped, Blair carried her as soon as Mable put her feet on the ground outside.
“I can walk by myself!” Mable pushed him, not wanting to be so intimate with him.
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