Chapter 1752


    Marshall paused before continuing, “Uncle Wenham, I have a friend who owns a cafe, and a lot of people


    love ying chess there. If you’re interested, I can take you there sometime.”


    Wenham was about to agree but hesitated, considering his doubtful chess skills.


    So, he cleared his throat and said,” Chess is meant to be yed in a quiet ce. I prefer ying it at


    home. Come and y a few rounds with me whenever you’re free.”


    Marshall said, “What about the day after tomorrow? I have nothing nned in the afternoon.”


    Wenham was overjoyed, “That’s wonderful! Remember to drop by then. Oh, by the way, Marshall, what


    kind of food do you like? Let Ste know so I can prepare something before youe.”


    Marshall nodded, “Sure.”


    Hence, Marshall’s next visit to the Saun residence was quickly scheduled.


    Ste had a vague feeling that Marshall was executing a strategic n-winning over her family before


    making his move on her. ?


    Ste had no idea what to do about the situation at all.


    Along the short distance that she walked to see Marshall off, she just could not stop sighing.


    Marshall asked her if she was okay. Ste hesitated but asked anyway, ‘ Marshall, what do you think of


    my dad?”


    Marshall was taken aback. He had not expected Ste to ask such a question.


    He thought for a while and said, “Uncle Wenham is kind, easy -going, humorous, and caring. He’s a very


    good man.”


    “Do you want to be his godson?” Ste asked.


    Marshall kept quiet.


    Ste immediately regretted asking that question.


    Marshall was sharp enough to understand what Ste meant by asking that question right away.


    Just yesterday, she said that if Keegan really could not recover his memory, she was willing to try and


    see if things would work out between them. However, today, she wanted to turn him into his godbrother.


    It was simply too obvious what Ste’s message was.


    apple slid slightly, and after a long pause, he asked, “Ste, do you hate me?”


    ‘I don’t hate you. I’m just bothered,’ Ste said inwardly.


    However, faced with Marshall’s affectionate gaze, Ste had only one thought —’I should’ve seen this


    coming.’ She would have just kicked him in the face if it were Spencer. But Marshall… he was sick.


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    So, when she wanted to reject him, she had to minimize the damage as much as she could.


    “I…” Ste opened her mouth, trying her best to find the best words to say. “I just think you and my dad


    get along well, so I asked you that question. It’s fine if you don’t like the idea of it.”


    Marshall lowered his eyes. Suddenly, Ste noticed how long his eyshes were; they cast a shadow


    beneath his eyes when he looked down.


    Ste could finally understand why she would always feel bad for Marshall. It was because no matter


    what happened, he would always be the first to take the me. ’ To Ste, it was a very strange


    behavior.


    She waspletely different from him. For example, when she lost a card game, she would me the


    position she was sitting in, the weather was bad, her mood was not good, or she had no luck. She would


    never once put the doubt on her own skills.


    Perhaps that was not a very urate example. But in general, when people make mistakes, they tend to


    shift the me to someone else. Yet, Marshall would always be the first to take responsibility.