Chapter 1247

For the past two months, there was always a healthy dessert on the breakfast table during her menstrual days. Mable had always assumed the servants prepared it. Blair looked at Mable. "You never asked." Since she had not asked, why would he mention it? Mable gazed at Blair, feeling a warm sensation in her heart. Seeing Mable suddenly staring at him silently, Blair put down what he was holding and walked up to her. "Are you moved?" “No,” Mable replied with a hint of stubbornness. She deliberately avoided eye contact with him as she said, "This little thing isn't enough to move me." Saying she was unmoved by his acts was a lie. After all, she was not the type of woman with a heart of stone. Blair placed his hand on Mable's head and smiled lightly. "I’m relieved then." "Hmm?" Mable looked at him, puzzled. "Mabes, I do these things not to impress you. I want you to be well. As long as you're well, I'm willing to do anything. These are my ways of showing my love for you." Listening to Blair's unexpected confession, Mable's cheeks blushed slightly. "Blair." She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but Blair interrupted her, "Mabes, do you know how afraid I am that you'll forget my love for you again? So, as long as you're by my side, I want to express my feelings through words and actions." In the past, they had missed the opportunity for a happy life together because of him. Now, he wanted to make amends. Mable felt somewhat touched. For some reason, hearing Blair's words made her feel like crying. She took a deep breath to suppress her emotions. Not wanting to continue this topic, she turned and changed the subject, "We're running out of time to make the cake." Blair, seeing that she did not want to continue, did not say anything more. He looked at the ingredients on the table and asked, "What do you need me to do?" Mable pointed to the cabinet. "Bring out the food processor, then help me slice some apples and squeeze some lemon juice." "Alright." This year, the pomegranates at the Mair Manor were especially delicious. They were large and vibrant red, and the pomegranate seeds looked like rubies. So, Mable decided to make a pomegranate-flavored mousse cake. Blair brought out the food processor, followed Mable's instructions to slice the apples, and squeezed the lemon juice. As she watched Blair squeezing the lemon, Mable suddenly said, "Next spring, let's plant some lemon trees in the Mair Manor." Lemons could be used for making drinks, cooking, and desserts; they had many uses. Besides, there was a Little Lemon at home, too. It would be fun to pick lemons together in the orchard in the future. Blair raised his head, gazing at Mable indulgently. "Alright, whatever you want." Mable placed the soaked gelatin sheets into the pomegranate juice, then opened a box of cookies and had Blair crush them. Making mousse cake was not difficult, and it required no baking. In about an hour, Mable and Blair had finished making it. The finished mousse cake needed to be refrigerated in the fridge for a while to set, and they would take it out after dinner. Just as Blair put the cake in the fridge, a servant walked into the kitchen and said, "Master Blair, your phone is ringing." As Blair's phone was in the living room, he had not heard it ringing. Blair took the phone handed to him by the servant and saw the caller ID. It was a call from Arthur. Mable said to Blair, "Go ahead and take the call. My apple pie is almost done. Baking it is all that’s left." "Alright." Blair took the phone and left the kitchen, answering the call. "Hello." The next moment, Arthur's voice came through the phone, "Master Blair, we've located Rory's whereabouts."