Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 1602
Wenham furrowed his brows. "Freesia wouldn't have fussed with the kids."
Darcie's face turned pale, and her heart was shattered.
Wenham was about to say something else, but she had already turned around and left without a word.
Trevor leaned back on the couch and observed his father's troubled expression. "Shouldn't you go upstairs and comfort her?" he
casually remarked.
Wenham shot him a glare. "This wouldn't have happened if it weren't for you!"
Trevor shrugged. "I'm just telling it like it is. Who would've thought that Darcie would be so sensitive?"
Wenham was frustrated. He had little experience in comforting women. His late wife was a straightforward person. It was easy to
know whether she liked something or not. She would tell him whenever she was angry.
Darcie, however, was different. Although she was understanding, her temperament was far less carefree. She would always
overthink people's words and come up with many interpretations. She was both perceptive and sensitive.
When Darcie was younger, she would often get mad because of something Wenham had said or done. Now that she was older,
she was less likely to sulk on her own, but she still did so at times.
Seeing Darcie so upset, Wenham felt distressed at the thought of having to comfort her. He could not help but find his son
annoying as well. "You're making things worse with your words. Only a fool wouldn't pick up on what you were hinting."
"If the shoe fits." Trevor stood up and continued, "I'm leaving. Have fun."
His response rendered Wenham speechless.
Keegan and Stella took a nearly four-hour flight to Grandale, a city in Hustuabourg.
It was already past 11 p.m. when they arrived. They had to transfer in between flights, which took some extra time. By the time
the couple reached their hotel near Solstice Shore, it was already 2 a.m.

Stella was exhausted from the journey and did not have the energy to properly review their hotel room. She took a quick shower
and collapsed on the bed.
Stella then woke up at 11 a.m. the next morning. She opened her eyes drowsily and she found herself alone in bed. She turned
over and remembered that she was at
Solstice Shore.
She sat up and looked around in a daze. When she noticed that Keegan was nowhere in sight, she threw back the covers and
got out of bed.
Warm sunlight streamed into the room, as Stella pulled back the curtains. She squinted and saw Keegan on the balcony. He was
wearing casual shirt and trousers while holding a cup of coffee, gazing into the distance.
Stella walked over and wrapped her arms around Keegan's waist from behind. "Why didn't you wake me up?" she asked.
Keegan took a sip of his coffee and replied, "Do you have any idea how grumpy you are when you wake up? We rarely get to
come out like this, and I don't want to go home with any injuries."
Stella was taken aback by his response. "Did you have to ruin such a beautiful view with that sharp tongue of yours?"
Keegan chuckled and put the cup aside. He turned to hold her and leaned in close to her ear. "Do you like the view?"
Stella nodded. "I do."
"I'm talking about myself, you know?"
Stella laughed, as she brushed her cheek lightly against his and murmured, "I like you the most."
Keegan kissed her cheek, and his voice softened. "Then... will you marry me?"
As he spoke, he slipped a diamond ring onto the tip of her ring finger.