Chapter 288
Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted
Keegan got her a birthday gift; +10000 points.
Keeganâs first love was not her; -100 points.
Keegan called out another womanâs name when he had a fever; -10000 points.
Keegan did not like her; -100000 points.
In the end, after all of the adding and subtracting, disappointment was the only thing left in the equation.
Marshall did not look at Stella. He gently stirred the noodles in the pan and said, âYou were only twenty-something at the time. Why did you want to get married so early?â
Stella was reluctant to talk about the complicated matters that took place in her family. She jokingly replied, âIâve never gotten married before, so I wanted to see what being married is like.â
Marshall smiled. âWhat is it like, then?â
Stella sneered and said, âNot as fun as being single.â
Stella did not want to go further on this topic. Hence, she steered the conversation away and asked, âMr. Moore, do you have a girlfriend?â
Marshall replied calmly, âGiven how my body is, if I get a girlfriend, I would be in her getting better partners.â
way of Stella thought he was referring to his illness before and asked, âDidnât you recover from it?â Marshall did not reply. Instead, he pulled up his shirt, and Stella instantly went silent. From his wrist and above, vast areas of hideous burn marks were scrawled all over his body, like lumps entrenched on his entire forearm. It was a startling sight.
Stellaâs heart wrenched, and she averted her gaze.
Marshall calmly pulled his sleeves down again and smiled. âI must have scared you, he spoke lightly.
Stella had just realized that the way she averted her eyes was somewhat impolite and quickly apologized. âIâm so sorryâ¦â
âItâs okay,â Marshall replied airily. âI get shocked at the sight of it too.â
Stella took a moment to calm herself and quietly said, âI wasnât scared. Just dismayedâ¦â
She paused for a while before she continued speaking in a soft voice. âDid it hurt⦠when it happened?â
Marshall went still for a few seconds.
He scooped the spaghetti out of the pan with a strainer, poured the pasta water away, and put the pan back on the stove. Then, he lightly buttered the pan in a few circular motions.
After a while, he replied, âIt happened a long ago. I donât really remember anymore.â
Stella said, âItâs better that you donât. Then, it wonât hurt you as much.â
Stella just realized that each time they met, Marshallâs shirts were always carefully buttoned up to the first button, and his sleeves always covered his wrists.
The weather in Rivera was not considered hot, but the temperature was relatively high under the direct midday sun. Last time, when they had a meal together in front of the school, Stella was sweating under the rays, yet Marshall was still firmly covered up from head to toe.
At that time, Stella thought that since Marshall was a lawyer, he would pay more attention to keeping an appropriate appearance. She would have never thought that he was trying to cover up his scars.
âI shouldnât have babbled about girlfriends, then Mr. Moore wouldnât have to open up about his scars,â
Stella thought.
Stella was still upset, but Marshall was done cooking the spaghetti. He placed some of the spaghetti in a bowl and gave it to Stella. âTry it,â he said.
Stella took the bowl from him and had a mouthful. âItâs super-duper tasty.â Stella gave him a thumbs up.
Marshall smiled and said, âCome on, letâs go to the dining room.â
Stella meant it when she praised Marshallâs cooking skills. âHis carbonara spaghetti is better than the ones I make.â
Respectfully, Stella finished everything in her bowl.
When she had finished eating, Marshall wanted to clear the table for her. However, Stella did not dare to trouble him any further, so she took the initiative to carry her cutleries to the kitchen herself and washed them up.
When they left, it was already dark outside. Marshall said, âNobody is in the theater now. They might be on the deck. Letâs go there together.â
Stella nodded.
Right after they came out, Stella unexpectedly spotted an unwanted guest. âWhy is she here?â Stella frowned.