“Wow! I captured it really well!”
Mable and Blair glanced at the kitchen door at the same time to find Tracey holding her phone with a big smile on her face.
“Blair, Mabes, doesn’t this look heartwarming?” Tracey ran in with her phone.
Blair looked at it and said, “It’s quite good. Send it to me.”
Mable immediately pushed him away and glared at Tracey. “Tracey, do you still want dinner?!”
“Yes, yes! Of course! I’ll help you wash the vegetables!”
Tracey quickly sent the photo to Blair and did as she said.
…
While Tracey did not know how to cook, she was good at helping. Soon, she was done with the preparations.
An hour later, dinner was served.
Blair looked at the mouthwatering dishes and suddenly remembered Mable’s words last night.
There was a time last year when Mable would prepare three meals for him almost every day.
She would send an exquisite lunch box to the company and prepare a sumptuous dinner in the evening, waiting for him to come home.
However, he never ate them.
There were also a few times when he threw the meals into the trash in front of her.
Blair clenched his fists. For once, he felt like such an *sshole!
How sad must Mable have been at that time?!
“Blair, what are you waiting for? Dig in.” Tracey finished taking pictures and saw him standing on the side with a somber face.
Mable glanced at him and said, “If you don’t want to eat my food, you can ask Aunt Grace to cook for you.”
“I didn’t say that.”
Blair sat next to Mable and took a bowl of onion soup for her.
Tracey hurriedly handed over her bowl, only for Blair to roll his eyes at her.
“Do you not have hands?”
Tracey was speechless.
‘Okay. I’ve been rejected.’
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