Chapter 1634


    Mr. Kane Got cklisted Chapter 1634 [Eleven Jewell]


    Marshall had a light-hearted way of speaking that never made anyone ufortable. 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 Ste was refusing to ept 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.


    “Ste,” Marshall gently called her name.


    Ste looked up at him and paused.


    Marshall was wearing a light gray casual outfit today. She had bought a simr one for Keegan. The


    resemnce made Ste feel like she was in a trance and left a bitter taste in her mouth.


    “Feeling better today?” Marshall’s question brought Ste 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 toe and visit me. I’ll be discharged in a couple


    of days.”


    “Myw firm isn’t far from here. I’m here because the hospital is on the way,”


    Marshall said, handing two books to Ste. “I brought you the books I mentionedst time.”


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


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


    “Do your hands still hurt?” He asked.


    Ste looked at the injury on her hand, but what she was thinking about was how Keegan used hisst


    bit of strength to secure her onto the branch in an act of desperation to save her. ‘He must have realized


    I was on the verge of giving up.’ Ste 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 Ste 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.”


    Ste, 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 Ste onto it. He also fetched her a nket and a


    jacket. Under Felicity’s watchful gaze, he pushed Ste to the terrace.


    Patients at the hospital were given time to be outdoors.


    There were quite a few people on the terrace. Ste 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. Ste 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 reced by a profound


    lifelessness.


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


    She would asionally 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.”