Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Mable was about to tell Rory off when she suddenly heard Blair groan in pain.

"Rory, I have something to attend to. Let's talk when I'm free."

She hung up after that.

Mable ran back to the bedside and found Blair twitching. She quickly pressed down on his shoulders.

"Blair, hold it in a little longer."

She took her acupuncture bag from the medical kit and prepared to treat him with needles.

Her phone rang again.

It was Rory.

Mable was impatient and directly turned off her phone.

Inside an ancient castle by the ocean.

Rory sat gloomily on the chair. He persistently called Mable over and over again.

Until...

"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later..."

'Did she turn off her phone?'

"Ha..."

Rory narrowed his eyes and looked at the pile of information on the table. His face was grim.

'Very well. How dare you turn off your phone?

'Do you think I won't be able to do anything about it?'

Rory squeezed his phone hard, enraged. "Ava, take some people to Dorland and bring my little thing back!"

'How dare you marry another man? Unforgivable!'

Ava froze.

'He just called Mable his little thing.

'That means he...'

She clenched her fists and stared warily at Rory.

After more than two years, Rory's second personality had resurfaced once more.

He sat by the window, looking sinister despite being under the sun.

Ava asked after a moment of hesitation, "What if... she doesn't want to come back?"

"What if she doesn't want to come back?"

Rory smiled cruelly and casually threw his phone on the table.

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Ava stiffened.

"Bam!" The study's door pushed open with force from the outside.

Spike dashed in and spread his arms in front of Ava. He glared at Rory like an angry little wolf.

'The devil wants to hurt Mommy? I won't allow it!'

Ava was stunned. "Spike, why are you here?"

Rory crossed his legs and stared coldly at Spike. "You heard me?"

Spike nodded hard and mouthed, 'Don't hurt my mom!'

Rory hooked his finger, beckoning Spike to him.

Spike walked over unhappily.

Rory reached out and picked him up to place him on his lap.

"After not seeing you for two years, you've grown taller and heavier."

Spike looked at him in confusion. They had just met in the morning during breakfast.

Rory pinched his face and asked,

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Spike shook his head.

"Don't you want to see her? When I capture her back and break her legs, she won't be able to go anywhere and will be able to stay with you forever."

Spike turned pale and struggled hard to jump off Rory's lap.

'Don't!

'Don't hurt my mom!'

"Hahaha."

Rory stood up and looked out the window at the blinding sunlight. He smiled wickedly.

At this time, he felt a sudden weight on his leg.

He looked down and raised his eyebrow at the little kid hanging from his leg.

"Little brat, you're so troublesome!"

Spike hugged his thigh tightly and would not let go. He shook his head hard.

"You want me to leave her alone?"

Spike nodded.

Rory laughed coldly and caressed his little head. "That's not impossible, but..."