Mable froze and cursed at Blair, “You’re shameless!”
In their two years of marriage, they never even held hands. Now that they were about to get a divorce, they slept together.
The more Mable thought about it, the more annoyed she was. She simply turned over with her back toward Blair.
Out of sight, out of mind!
Blair looked at her fair and smooth neck. His Adam’s apple moved as he gulped, and he was feeling thirsty.
How had he not noticed in the past how alluring Mable was?
Nonetheless, Blair did not dare fool around because her shoulder was still injured.
After some time, Blair could sense Mable’s soft and steady breathing. Guessing she had fallen asleep, he gently let go of his arms.
He needed to confirm something.
Blair gently lifted the hem of Mable’s pajamas, revealing her smooth and fair back.
Her back was beautiful, and her skin was as delicate as jade. It was flawless.
Blair stared at her back, a little disappointed. He sighed internally.
The night before, although Mable gave him a feeling very much like that night five years ago, she was not her, after all.
She did not have a tattoo on her back.
Blair gently pulled down her pajamas and stared at Mable’s side profile with a complicated look in his dark eyes.
After a while, he embraced her again and kissed her neck softly.
‘It doesn’t matter. If she’s not her, so be it.’
The little woman in his arms suddenly moved and turned over, rubbing against him in his arms.
Mable was calm and beautiful when she was asleep. It was hard to associate her with the strong and skillful Sonora.
Blair stared at Mable’s slightly pouting pink lips. He leaned over to plant a tender kiss on her lips.
He suddenly regretted not realizing the good in her sooner.
Just like that, two years were wasted.
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