Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted (Stella and Keegan)
Chapter 1634

Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted Chapter 1634 [Eleven Jewell]

Marshall had a light-hearted way of speaking that never made anyone uncomfortable. However, Felicity could not stand him. She felt nothing but disdain for him every time she thought about how Keegan had been tragically killed and how Stella was refusing to accept his passing.

Therefore, when Felicity saw that it was Marshall at the door, she promptly turned back into the room.

Marshall hesitated for a moment before following her in and quietly shutting the door.

"Stella," Marshall gently called her name.

Stella looked up at him and paused.

Marshall was wearing a light gray casual outfit today. She had bought a similar one for Keegan. The resemblance made Stella feel like she was in a trance and left a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Feeling better today?" Marshall's question brought Stella back to reality.

She turned away, suppressing her emotions before looking up, "Much better, Mr.

Moore. You must be busy with work. You don't have to come and visit me. I'll be discharged in a couple of days."

"My law firm isn't far from here. I'm here because the hospital is on the way,"

Marshall said, handing two books to Stella. "I brought you the books I mentioned last time."

Stella reached out to take them. Her knuckles were still a bit swollen from frostbite.

Marshall paused and decided to place the books on the bedside table instead.

"Do your hands still hurt?" He asked.

Stella looked at the injury on her hand, but what she was thinking about was how Keegan used his last bit of strength to secure her onto the branch in an act of desperation to save her. 'He must have realized was on the verge of giving up.' Stella curled her fingers and said, "I'm fine."

It was a quiet remark, not really directed at Marshall. It was more like something she would say to Keegan at that moment.

"The weather is nice today. Would you like to go out for a walk?" Marshall suggested.

Before Stella could respond, Felicity chimed in, "The exercise period for today has already ended. The doctor said you shouldn't walk too much in a day."

Stella, however, said, "It's fine. I feel suffocated in this room. Mr. Moore, can you push me to the terrace for some fresh air?"

Marshall agreed. He grabbed a wheelchair and helped Stella onto it. He also fetched her a blanket and a jacket. Under Felicity's watchful gaze, he pushed Stella to the terrace.

Patients at the hospital were given time to be outdoors.

There were quite a few people on the terrace. Stella sat there, gazing into the distance. The cold wind tousled her hair, revealing her elegantly refined features.

Suddenly, Marshall recalled the first time he saw her when he returned to the country. It was also on a hospital terrace. Stella looked ethereal under the night sky at that time. She was full of life. She was just as beautiful now, but that spark of energy in her was gone and replaced by a profound lifelessness.

Marshall tried to engage Stella in conversations, but she seemed absentminded.

She would occasionally smile at him. But most of the time, she silently listened to him. As Marshall spoke, he gradually fell silent himself. After a while, he whispered, "I'm sorry."