As soon as Blair passed out, Mable opened her eyes.
She turned on the bedroom’s main light and got out of bed.
After washing up, changing her clothes, and packing her stuff, she finally messaged Hugh to inform him to make a move.
Mable walked to the bedside and stared at the unconscious Blair with a bitter smile.
“Even though I can’t have your heart, at least I got your body. That’s what you’re after anyway.”
Mable caressed his handsome face. “See you next time, Blair. Oh, no, wait. See you never.”
Then, she turned around and left the bedroom.
A few minutes later, a black Land Rover silently drove out of the villa.
…
The next day.
Solomon went downstairs to have breakfast, only to find Tracey alone in the dining room.
“Master Blair hasn’t gotten up yet?”
Tracey glanced upstairs ambiguously and smiled happily. “It’s not just Blair who hasn’t gotten up yet. It’s Blair and Mabes!”
She stressed the last few words.
Solomon raised his eyebrow and instantly understood.
“They’re progressing too fast.”
He thought Blair would suffer from pursuing Mable this time and did not expect him to win her heart so quickly.
“No, no. It’s just right.”
Tracey was optimistic. For all she knew, she might become an aunt soon.
After breakfast, Tracey strolled around the garden and asked the patrolling bodyguard, “Did Hugh not get up for his morning workout today?”
Over the past few days, after waking up, she would see Hugh working out in the garden, even on rainy days. So, she was not used to him being absent today.
The bodyguard shook his head. “Mr. Payne and Madan went out and haven’t returned yet.”
Tracey widened her eyes right away. “They went out? When was that?”
“2:30 am.”
The bodyguard paused for a moment before adding, “Madam was also carrying her luggage.”
Tracey’s heart thumped. She suddenly thought of something and ran inside.
“Blair! Blair! Blair!”
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