Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Arthur walked over and frowned slightly. "Miss, Master Blair said not to tell anyone about his injury."

"Mabes isn't an outsider. Besides, I didn't say he's injured. I told her he's sick."

Tracey glanced at Blair's bedroom and said somberly, "Blair kept calling Mable's name in his sleep. He misses her a lot, but he's afraid she'll worry if he sees him like this. He doesn't want her to know he got injured because of her."

Arthur looked at her somewhat awkwardly and in confusion. "Since Master Blair and Ms. Jefferson have such a good relationship, why did they separate?"

Tracey sighed. "Mabes liked Blair before this, but he didn't like her. Now that he's fallen in love with her, she doesn't seem to like him anymore."

"Is that so?"

Arthur continued after a pause, "If Ms. Jefferson doesn't like Master Blair, why would she hurry over when you told her he's sick?"

After all, Ashdale was several hundred kilometers away from Richworth. It was not as if Mable could show up right away.

Tracey was stunned. "That's right. You have a point."

'It seems like Mabes still has feelings for Blair.

'There might be a chance!'

"Arthur, you're quite sharp. I didn't even think of that."

Arthur smiled. "I was just guessing."

Tracey looked at him and deliberately took a step closer to him. "Then do you want to guess who I like?"

"Hm?"

Arthur subconsciously took a step back. "I just got back. I don't know much about the people around you."

"Take a guess?"

Arthur looked at her as if he was troubled. He answered after some thought, "Mr. Rowland?" Tracey shook her head. "No!"

"Assistant Nielsen?"

"No!"

Arthur guessed several people they both knew. However, none of them were right.

"Then I don't know."

Tracey was a little coquettish. She stared at him with slight resentment as she said, "Arthur, why didn't you guess yourself?!" "Me?"

Arthur was stunned. He quickly took two steps back out of respect.

"Miss, you're joking again."

"I'm not joking!"

Tracey stepped forward again.

"Arthur, I told you not to call me miss before. Call me Tracey or Trace."

Arthur lowered his head. "I dare not overstep boundaries."

"You-"

"I still have things to do, so I'll take my leave first."

Arthur turned around and left before Tracey could say anything.

'Was I too eager and scared him?'

Tracey sighed. It seemed she would have to plan her confession properly and find the right opportunity.

After sulking in the corridor for a while, she returned to the bedroom.

When she entered, she saw Blair drinking water on the bed.

"Blair, you're awake. Are you feeling better?"

Blair nodded slightly and put down the cup. He stared at her and asked, "Did you call Mabes?"

Tracey asked him in return, "...Weren't you asleep? How do you know?"

She did not close the door completely when she went out earlier, so Blair heard her talk to Mable on the phone.

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I'm sorry, I-"

Blair cut her off and asked hoarsely, "When will Mabes arrive?"

"Huh?"

Tracey was startled but quickly came back to her senses. "Mabes said she's coming right away, but it'll take at least two hours by flight from Ashdale. Let me check the recent flights..."

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Blair smiled. He pondered for a while before he said, "Don't tell her I'm injured. If she asks, just say that I'm sick."

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At this point, neither remembered that Mable was a doctor-an extremely skilled one!