Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Chapter 29

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.

Mable moved a lot when she slept, kicking the blanket and tossing and turning. Blair was feeling hot from being “tormented” by her. So, he finally gave up and got out of bed to take a cold shower in the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Blair wanted to lie down with Mable for a while more. However, noisy shouts were suddenly heard coming from downstairs.

Blair walked to the balcony to see Rahman surrounding the villa’s entrance with two teams of majestic bodyguards in black.

“Blair, get your *ss out here!

“Don’t think I’m scared of you just because you’ve got Mabes’ grandpa. I’m telling you. If you piss me off, you’ll regret it!”

…

Rahman woke up early in the morning to find that Mable was not at the hotel. Only after checking the surveillance did he find out she had driven to the underground boxing arena in the middle of the night to fight.

They had known each other for about eight years, so Rahman knew her too well. She probably went to the arena last night without saying a word because she was having an attack.

Rahman called Mable, but she did not answer. After checking the surveillance outside the bar, he found out that Blair had taken her away.

‘That haunting scum!’

Rahman was so enraged that he skipped breakfast and led his men straight to Blair’s residence.

“Blair, don’t pretend to be dead. I know you’re in there. I’ll break in if you don’t hand Mabes over!

“You’re a big man, yet you’re clinging to a woman. Aren’t you embarrassed?!” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Rahman was almost losing his voice when he finally saw Blair walking out.

He immediately rushed forward. “Blair, where’s Mabes?”

Blair narrowed his eyes slightly. His reserved and handsome face gave off a feeling of indescribable danger. “Mabes is still sleeping.”

“Who let you call her Mabes?!”

Rahman looked coldly at Blair and suddenly noticed he was wearing pajamas.

‘He said that Mabes is still sleeping… Does that mean…?

‘Were they sleeping together?’

“Blair, what did you do to Mabes?”

Blair sneered. “Mabes is my wife. We obviously did what a married couple should do.”

“Pfft!”