Chapter 1121

Two days later, Blair went to the Muller Mansion. He had given Mable two days to think, and now it was time for her to respond. Mable had anticipated Blair's visit and had informed the security guards at the entrance in advance. There was no obstruction this time, and the servant led Blair into the house. As he entered the living room, he saw Lemon on the carpet playing with toys. Mable was sitting on the nearby sofa, sketching something in her sketchbook. "Miss Muller, Mr. Fowler is here," one of the servants informed. Mable raised her head and looked at Blair. It was a sunny day. The sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a halo on Blair's shoulders. Mable gazed at Blair, momentarily lost in thought. "Mabes," Blair spoke her name, bringing her back to reality. She nodded and gestured to the sofa beside her. "You're here. Please have a seat." Blair did not sit immediately. Instead, he walked over to Lemon. "Little Lemon." Little Lemon looked up, her large black pe