Chapter 1887

Keegan had never called Stella “Honey” let alone held her hand after his return.

When he did so, Stella’s heart pounded with a mix of emotions. ‘It seems like he remembers me. But, why is he pretending like he doesn’t?’ Her mind was in turmoil.

Keegan would not pretend not to remember her for no reason. There must be a reason behind his actions, but Stella could not discern what it might be.

She realized if they stayed any longer, Keegan would undoubtedly reveal more than he intended in his intoxicated state.

So, Stella claimed to feel a bit unwell and informed Wenham that she wanted to leave.

Thinking that it was due to the discomfort caused by her pregnancy, Wenham expressed his concern.

“You should rest upstairs for a while if you’re not feeling well.”

Stella shook her head. “That’s okay, dad. I just had too much to eat. Plus, Keegan’s grandma called and urged us to go over there, so I can’t stay.”

Before Wenham could respond, Marshall said, “How about we leave together?

My colleague is currently in the vicinity attending a meeting. He hasn’t been drinking. I asked him to pick me up once he’s done. We can drive you two home first.

Stella had not responded, but she could sense Keegan’s grip tightening.

She smiled and said, “That’s okay. You rarely come over. You should stay and have some fun. I’ll handle the driving. I feel like cruising along Lumi River.

They’re setting off fireworks tonight, and I’d love to catch the show while taking a stroll.”

Marshall wanted to say something more, but Darcie interrupted. “Marshall, Wenham is in a good mood today. You should stay and chat with him for a while.

It’ll be too quiet if you all leave at once, and he’ll probably have trouble sleeping again.”

“You mentioned you wanted to play chess with me a moment ago. It’s the holidays, and you have nothing urgent to do. Stay a little longer. I’ll arrange for someone to take you home later,” Wenham said.

Since things had come to this point, Marshall had no choice but to give in.

When Keegan arrived, he brought half a carload of gifts. Before he left, Wenham filled his car with more. His fatherly love was overflowing.

Stella went upstairs to get some clothes. Marshall originally wanted to help, but before he could walk over, Stella called out, “Keegan, can you help me with this?”

Keegan was standing by the table, and he was not sure what to do. When he heard Stella call him, he came to his senses and walked over.

He walked relatively steadily, but his eyes were blurry. He had always been like this when he consumed alcohol. As long as he did not speak, it was hard for others to notice that he was drunk.

Keegan took the box from Stella while she held onto the handrail. She then subconsciously placed a hand on her stomach and carefully walked downstairs.

Marshall was stunned for a moment. He felt that Stella’s movement was a little strange.

He could not help but take a few more glances.

It was not until Stella was off the stairs that she released her grip on her stomach.

After seeing them off, Marshall stood there for a moment. Jaylene looked at him and saw that he had a regretful expression on his face. “If I were you, I would never let this opportunity go,” she said.

Marshall glanced at her indifferently. “Really? Then, why didn’t you stop Stella from moving to Royalpark Villa?”

His question left her taken aback. Before she could refute him, Marshall turned around and went into the house.

Jaylene was annoyed, but then she thought of the hairpin on her head and felt happy again.

Meanwhile, Stella was driving and closely monitoring Keegan’s condition.

Keegan had his eyes closed. It was most likely that he was asleep.

“Keegan,” Stella called his name.

Keegan responded obediently.

“Tell me if you feel like throwing up. There’s a bag in the glove compartment.”

Keegan shook his head. “I’m not going to throw up.”

Stella did not say anything else. Instead of driving to Royalpark Villa, she headed to Lumi River.

It was New Year’s Eve, and the square across the river was packed with people.