Chapter 388

She did not see Keegan when she returned. Vermont was nowhere in sight. Bits and pieces of cream from the cake were plastered messily. The venue was as noisy as before, but a lot of guests were already drunk. Stella found Marshall sitting on a couch in a corner. His hair was smeared with whip cream and he was leaning on the table for support while rubbing his temples with his eyes closed. Marshall only opened his eyes after Stella got closer and called out to him. His expression became warm when he raised his head and saw Stella. "You're here." Stella nodded and asked, "Where's Keegan?" "Keegan's drunk. I brought him to rest with another person's help. I'll bring you to him. "Sorry for the trouble." Marshall was propped on the table trying to stand up but started wobbling. Stella noticed and quickly supported him. "Are you alright, Mr. Moore?" His complexion was pale and his lip was colorless. He waved and replied, "My head hurts. I might have drank too much." Stella remembered