Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Chapter 1792

With the thought of Darcie caring for her late mother, Wenham’s expression softened. “I’ve bought two tickets for the theater. Are you free tomorrow afternoon?”

Darcie couldn’t help but feel surprised. Throughout their lengthy marriage, it had consistently been her responsibility to arrange their outings. Wenham rarely took the initiative, and when he did, it was usually in response to invitations from friends.

Her raised eyebrows turned into a warm smile as she asked, “Sure. What time is the show?”

“Three o’clock. I’ll pick you up tomorrow,” Wenham replied.

Darcie nodded in agreement. As Wenham ate his soup, he addressed the unspoken tension between them. “I’ve raised Jaylene for twenty years, treating her as my own. Being separated from Stella for over two decades and only recently reconnecting, I might sometimes be a bit biased. Please don’t read too much into it.”

With a calm tone, Darcie responded, “I understand. You don’t need to explain. I know I was in the wrong before. It’s only natural that you’re upset. Trevor was only ten years old when I came into the picture. Kids are easy to get along with; you can tell what they like and dislike with a glance. Stella returned when she was already an adult, and young adults often conceal their feelings. I just don’t know how to relate to her. Also, she harbors resentment with what

Jaylene and Keegan. I’m afraid that saying too much might annoy her.”Books Chapters

is not an unreasonable child. Treat her with kindness, and she’ll reciprocate even more. She understands the value of gratitude and is swift to disapprove of injustice, much

clutched her fingers, lowered her eyes, and said, “I

up the matter of Stella living in Royalpark Villa. Darcie thought it was inappropriate for them to live together without being married. Nevertheless, it was common knowledge that

recovering his memories. Mrs. Kane

thought about it

table, worth tens of thousands, were thrown to the ground. When Darcie pushed the door open, she witnessed

everything off her table with reddened eyes. Her face twisted

asked in disdain, “Why are

fists, lowered her gaze, and said,”