Early the next morning. When Mable woke up, Blair was leaning against the head of the bed while reading a document on his laptop. Seeing she had awoken, he naturally kissed her on the lips. “Good morning, Mabes.” Mable returned to her senses and recalled her kiss with Blair last night, which left her catching her breath. Her face flushed red. “Morning.” Afterward, she hurriedly got out of bed and washed up. Tracey brought them breakfast. After Blair ate, Mable took his pulse and checked his wound again. “Stay in bed for the next two days, and don’t fool around anymore. I’ll give you another drip once I’ve changed your bandage.” Blair studied her and asked, “Mabes, you studied medicine?” If Amos had not brought it up yesterday, he would not have known that it was Mable who operated on him. “Mm. I learned a bit of Chinese and Western medicine,” Mable answered casually. ‘No wonder she’s so skilled at treating wounds. It turns out she studied medicine and is versed in

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 underst

Miston, the capital of Monafett. “Achoo!“Achoo!”Mable sneezed several times in a row as soon as she got off the plane.She estimated that Blair should have woken up by this point. He must be itching to kill her at the moment. Rahman had been waiting outside the airport for a long time. Once he received Mable, he handed her something as if it was a treasure. “Mabes, here’s a gift for you!” “Hm?”Mable took a look and saw it was the divorce certificate between her and Blair. Rahman continued as if he was asking for praise, “I sent the other copy to Blair. Now, you can finally get rid of him. Are you happy?!” Mable stared at Blair’s name on the divorce certificate, dazed. No matter how the relationship started, it was now over. Seeing as Mable did not say anything, Rahman teased her, “You seem very reluctant to let him go.” Mable curbed her emotions and put the divorce certificate into her bag. She changed the topic and asked, “How are the arrangements in Richwor

Mable stood in the center of the ring with her head slightly lowered. As she looked at the blood all over her hands, she finally felt better. Sure enough, she could only suppress her restless emotions by venting this way. Mable was ready to get off the stage. At this time, rose petals suddenly fell from above. “Sonora, I love you. Marry me!” A familiar voice, familiar lines, and a familiar scene appeared in front of her again. Leo walked up to the stage and knelt on one knee in front of Mable. Not only did he have flowers in his hand, but he was also holding a huge diamond ring this time. “My dear, charming Sonora, please say yes to my marriage proposal. I’ll always love you, protect you, and be absolutely loyal to you. I’ll give you everything, even my life.” Leo was the boss behind Leaux’s underground boxing arena, so he received the news as soon as Mable showed up. Mable looked condescendingly at the man kneeling in front of her. She had no emotions on her cold fac

“Am I seeing it wrongly?!” Rahman rubbed his eyes again and again to confirm that his eyes were not playing tricks on him. “Mabes, why is there a portrait of you?!” Mable was also surprised to see her portrait here. ‘Who drew it?’ She held up her sign without saying a word. “Could it be that guy who has a crush on you?!” Rahman teased her. The host did not have much to say about the painting and did not mention who it was from. Nonetheless, it could be seen from the enlarged details on the projection that the painting was perfect. The subject’s eyes and expressions were very real and soulful. Mable thought that no one would bid for the painting. Unexpectedly, the owner of the opposite booth also raised his sign. The windows of each booth were one-way glass. The people inside could see outside, but not the other way around. Mable raised her sign again to raise the bid. The other party followed suit. Rahman glanced at the opposite booth several times. “I bet the p