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Chapter 1752
Marshall paused before continuing, "Uncle Wenham, I have a friend who owns a cafe, and a lot of people love
playing chess there. If you're interested, I can take you there sometime."
Wenham was about to agree but hesitated, considering his doubtful chess skills. So, he cleared his throat and said,"
Chess is meant to be played in a quiet place. I prefer playing it at home. Come and play a few rounds with me
whenever you're free."
Marshall said, "What about the day after tomorrow? I have nothing planned in the afternoon."
Wenham was overjoyed, "That's wonderful! Remember to drop by then. Oh, by the way, Marshall, what kind of food
do you like? Let Stella know so I can prepare something before you come."
Marshall nodded, "Sure."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHence, Marshall's next visit to the Saun residence was quickly scheduled.
Stella had a vague feeling that Marshall was executing a strategic plan-winning over her family before making his
move on her. ?
Stella had no idea what to do about the situation at all.
Along the short distance that she walked to see Marshall off, she just could not stop sighing.
Marshall asked her if she was okay. Stella hesitated but asked anyway, ' Marshall, what do you think of my dad?"
Marshall was taken aback. He had not expected Stella to ask such a question.
He thought for a while and said, "Uncle Wenham is kind, easy -going, humorous, and caring. He's a very good man."
"Do you want to be his godson?" Stella asked.
Marshall kept quiet.
Stella immediately regretted asking that question.
Marshall was sharp enough to understand what Stella meant by asking that question right away.
Just yesterday, she said that if Keegan really could not recover his memory, she was willing to try and see if things
would work out between them. However, today, she wanted to turn him into his godbrother. It was simply too
obvious what Stella's message was.
Sure enough, Marshall's smile faded as his gaze turned defeated. His Adam's apple slid slightly, and after a long
pause, he asked, "Stella, do you hate me?"
'I don't hate you. I'm just bothered,' Stella said inwardly.
However, faced with Marshall's affectionate gaze, Stella had only one thought—'I should've seen this coming.'
She would have just kicked him in the face if it were Spencer. But Marshall... he was sick.
So, when she wanted to reject him, she had to minimize the damage as much as she could.
"I..." Stella opened her mouth, trying her best to find the best words to say. "I just think you and my dad get along
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwell, so
I asked you that question. It's fine if you don't like the idea of it."
Marshall lowered his eyes. Suddenly, Stella noticed how long his eyelashes were; they cast a shadow beneath his
eyes when he looked down.
Stella could finally understand why she would always feel bad for Marshall. It was because no matter what
happened, he would always be the first to take the blame. ’
To Stella, it was a very strange behavior.
She was completely different from him. For example, when she lost a card game, she would blame the position she
was sitting in, the weather was bad, her mood was not good, or she had no luck. She would never once put the
doubt on her own skills.
Perhaps that was not a very accurate example. But in general, when people make mistakes, they tend to shift the
blame to someone else. Yet, Marshall would always be the first to take responsibility.
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