Chapter 487

Blair had ordered himself a lovely three-course meal. He was not finished with his meal because he had been drinking, barely touching his food. He was injured, so he should not be drinking. “Don’t drink too much.” As a doctor, Mable felt responsible to tell him off. Blair paused and put down his wine glass. “You care about me, Mabes.” Mable was emotionless. “Care about you? Do you deserve it? I’m just worried you’ll get too drunk to remember what our deal was.” Blair stared into Mable’s eyes, trying to find evidence that she was not speaking from the heart. However, her eyes were cold. He could not read her positive feelings for him. Blair downed the drink and poured himself another half a glass. It was clear to Mable that Blair was delaying time. She said impatiently, “When are you going to give me what I want?” Blair looked at her with a sneer. “We’re not even done with dinner. What’s the rush? I said I will give you the files.” His phone rang. Blair looked at t