Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit novel Chapter 39

Mable returned to her bedroom and washed her face in cold water. She stared at herself in the mirror, confused and torn.

‘What did Blair mean just now?

‘Is he really in love with me?

‘What about his first love?’

The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became.

She had just finished washing up when Blair walked into the bedroom with a glass of milk in his hand.

He handed her the milk and casually took the blow dryer in her hand to help her dry her hair.

Mable was happy to enjoy it since he wanted to help her. She drank the milk while using her phone.

It was probably Blair’s first time blow-drying someone’s hair, so his movements were slightly stiff. Moreover, he did not use the right force to ruffle her hair, and the experience was extremely poor.

“Be gentle! Don’t just blow on one spot. This side is still wet.”

Mable pulled the right side of her hair and glared at Blair.

Blair scoffed softly and pinched her soft face. “You’re quite good at ordering people around!”

Although he sounded displeased, he was still so gentle.

Mable, on the other hand, was proud. “It’s your honor to be ordered by me!”

“Should I thank you then?”

Mable responded, “You’re welcome.”

Blair was speechless.

At this moment, his phone rang.

“Answer it for me,” Blair said while he helped Mable blow dry her hair.

Mable picked up the phone and looked at the caller ID. She laughed and asked, “Are you sure you want me to answer it?”

Blair looked at the caller ID and still nodded. “Yup.”

Mable accepted the call and put it on loudspeaker.

“Blair…”

Beatrice’s coquettish voice was heard coming from the phone. It gave Mable goosebumps.

Beatrice waited for two seconds but only heard the sound of a blow dryer. “Blair? Are you blow-drying your hair?”

Mable responded, “Blair is blow-drying my hair.”

Beatrice was obviously startled. “Mable? Is it you? Are you with Blair?”

Mable deliberately wanted to stimulate her. She answered faintly, “Mm. Not only are we together now, but we’ll also be sleeping together later.”

“Mable, you’re shameless!” Beatrice screamed.