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.

get mad because of something Wenham had said or done. Now that she was older, she was less likely to sulk on her

at the thought of having to comfort her. He could not help but find his

the shoe fits.” Trevor stood up

rendered Wenham

nearly four-hour flight to Grandale, a city in

which took some extra time. By the time the couple reached their hotel

was exhausted from the journey and did not have the energy to properly review their hotel room. She took a quick shower and

11 a.m. the next morning. She opened her eyes drowsily and

Solstice Shore.

When she noticed that Keegan was nowhere in sight,

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

her arms around Keegan’s waist from behind. “Why

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