Mr. Kane Got cklisted By Eleven Jewell Chapter 288
Chapter 288
Keegan got her a birthday gift; +10000 points.
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Keegan’s first love was not her; -100 points.
Keegan called out another woman’s 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 Ste. He gently stirred the noodles in the pan and said, “You were only
twenty-something at the time. Why did you want to get married so early?”
Ste was reluctant to talk about theplicated matters that took ce in her family. She jokingly
replied, “I’ve never gotten married before, so I wanted to see what being married is like.”
Marshall smiled. “What is it like, then?”
Ste sneered and said, “Not as fun as being single.”
Ste did not want to go further on this topic. Hence, she steered the conversation away and asked,
“Mr. Moore, do you have a girlfriend?”
Marshall replied calmly, “Given how my body is, if I get a girlfriend, I would be in her getting better
partners.”
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Ste thought he was referring to his illness before and asked, “Didn’t you recover from it?” Marshall
did not reply. Instead, he pulled up his shirt, and Ste 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.
Ste’s heart wrenched, and she averted her gaze.
Marshall calmly pulled his sleeves down again and smiled. “I must have scared you, he spoke lightly.
Ste had just realized that the way she averted her eyes was somewhat impolite and quickly
apologized. “I’m so sorry…”
“It’s okay,” Marshall replied airily. “I get shocked at the sight of it too.”
Ste took a moment to calm herself and quietly said, “I wasn’t scared. Just dismayed…”
She paused for a while before she continued speaking in a soft voice. “Did it hurt… when it happened?”
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 circr motions.
After a while, he replied, “It happened a long ago. I don’t really remember anymore.”
Ste said, “It’s better that you don’t. Then, it won’t hurt you as much.”
Ste just realized that each time they met, Marshall’s 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 rtively high under the direct
midday sun. Last time, when they had a meal together in front of the school, Ste was sweating under
the rays, yet Marshall was still firmly covered up from head to toe.
At that time, Ste thought that since Marshall was awyer, he would pay more attention to keeping
an appropriate appearance. She would have never thought that he was trying to cover up his scars.
‘I shouldn’t have babbled about girlfriends, then Mr. Moore wouldn’t have to open up about his scars,’
Ste thought.
Ste was still upset, but Marshall was done cooking the spaghetti. He ced some of the spaghetti in
a bowl and gave it to Ste. “Try it,” he said.
Ste took the bowl from him and had a mouthful. “It’s super-duper tasty.” Ste gave him a thumbs up.
Marshall smiled and said, “Come on, let’s go to the dining room.”
Ste meant it when she praised Marshall’s cooking skills. ‘His carbonara spaghetti is better than the
ones I make.’
Respectfully, Ste finished everything in her bowl.
When she had finished eating, Marshall wanted to clear the table for her. However, Ste 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, “Nobody is in the theater now. They might be
on the deck. Let’s go there together.”
Ste nodded.
Right after they came out, Ste unexpectedly spotted an unwanted guest. “Why is she here?” Ste
frowned.