Chapter 713

Mable stayed by Blair's bedside all night. As dawn approached, she began to feel tired and fell asleep. She suddenly felt a cool hand touching her cheek. She opened her eyes and met Blair's deep and dark gaze. His hand was still on her cheek as he spoke gently with a slightly hoarse voice, "Mabes, sleeping like this isn't good for your neck." Mable sat up and held his slightly cool hand, tucking it under the blanket. "Don't move around." The wound in his abdomen required him to stay in bed for at least a week before he could get up. However, he had taken a flight back less than twenty-four hours after the surgery. The bumpy ride had caused the wound to reopen, requiring a second round of stitches. Without proper rest soon, his condition would certainly worsen. When Mable handed him a glass of warm water, Blair's lips were already parched, and he needed a sip to moisten them. Blair sipped about half a cup through a straw before stopping. He looked at Mable. He saw his pale