Chapter 1128

It was Blair. Even in the late night, his white hair was striking. Mable wondered why he was not sleeping and going to the garden at this hour. She was curious about his intentions. The next moment, Blair turned around and looked at Mable. Caught off guard by their eye contact, Mable nervously averted her gaze and hurried back to her room. She slapped her forehead and murmured, "I haven't done anything wrong, so why am I so nervous?" Not long after, there was a knock on her bedroom door. "Who is it?" "It's me," Blair's voice came from the other side. Mable opened the door and saw Blair with a glass of milk. He handed the glass to Mable. "If you can't sleep, have some milk. It’ll help." Mable took the glass. "Thank you." Blair asked Mable, "Aren't you curious about why I went to the garden just now?" Mable's expression turned slightly cold. "I'm not interested." Blair explained himself, "In the past, the roses in the garden used to bloom brilliantly at this time of year. H