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.
“Blair doesn’t even like you. How could he-”
Blair’s face darkened as she interrupted her. “Beatrice, who I like has nothing to do with you!”
Beatrice froze. She sounded flustered and shocked as she said, “Blair, y–you’re really with Mable!”
‘Mable, that b*tch! She followed Blair to Ashdale!
+15 BONUS
The two of them are together at this hour, and he’s even blow–drying ner nair for ner. Wouldn’t that mean they’ll be sleeping together in a while?!
‘D’mn it!‘
“What do you want?!” Blair asked coldly.
Beatrice quickly spoke coquettishly again while sounding aggrieved, “Blair, sorry for disturbing you at this hour. I just want to ask if you can come to my birthday party next Saturday.”
“I’ll be busy.”
Beatrice was not resigned and asked him, “You don’t work on Saturdays, right?”
She had told her girlfriends that Blair would definitely be there to celebrate her birthday. How embarrassing would it be if he did not show
up?
Blair looked at Mable. “I’ll be busy spending time with my wife!”
Mable rolled her eyes at him. ‘This scum is using me as a shield!”
Nevertheless, Beatrice was probably dying of jealousy and anger at the moment. Mable was in a great mood.
She purposely leaned against Blair and said softly, “Darling, you’re the best. I love you sooo much!”
Blair froze and gulped.
He knew she was deliberately trying to infuriate Beatrice, but his heart melted at her words.
“Blair…” Beatrice felt defeated and sounded as though she was about to cry.
“Is there anything else?” Blair remained cold.
“N–nothing…”
Beatrice was enraged. However, she did not dare to snap in front of Blair, so she maintained her understanding persona.
“Blair, take good care of yourself on your business trip to Ashdale. I—”
“Beep, beep, beep…”
Before she could finish, Blair hung up.
Beatrice looked at her phone and gritted her teeth in anger.
“That b*tch must’ve talked bad about me to Blair, which is why he’s being so cold to me.
‘She’s only able to seduce him with her looks. I must ruin her face.
*Also, I must avenge the time she twisted my hand!‘
The more Beatrice thought about it, the angrier she became.
‘This won’t do. I must do something and not let Mable snatch him away.‘
Q
