Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted (Stella and Keegan)
Chapter 2186

During that month of injury, Keegan realized this, but he never corrected Jaylene.

His preferences were crystal clear.

If Jaylene had any sense at all, she would have noticed.

Yet, she still clung to that idealized version of Keegan, simply because that was the Keegan she desired.

Besides, who in their right mind would willingly give banned substances to someone they cared about? This shallow, self-serving infatuation couldn't be considered love; it was nothing more than despicable possessiveness.

Since regaining his memory, Keegan saw things with clarity.

He recalled the days when he was bedridden due to his severe injury.

Each time the nurse tended to his wounds, Jaylene stood nearby, her brow furrowed not out of fear, but out of disgust.

At that time, he couldn't recall Stella.

Jaylene had convinced him she was his lover, but deep down, he didn't believe it.

How could his supposed lover recoil at the sight of his injuries? Though this memory was later erased by the hypnotist, now that he thought about it again, it only reinforced his suspicions.

Even during their fiercest arguments, Stella never abandoned him in sickness.

The Keegan Jaylene adored was noble, proud, seemingly untouchable, adorned with a golden aura.

But the Keegan Stella loved was just an ordinary man.

She embraced his strengths and accepted his flaws.

He had experienced Stella's love firsthand, so how could he be blinded by Jaylene's counterfeit affection? Keegan kissed Stella's cheek and whispered softly, "Stella, I have only one heart, and it belongs solely to you.

I love you." With that, Keegan's ears reddened slightly.

Expressing love wasn't his forte.

He used to believe actions spoke louder than words.

Little did he know, men and women approached love differently.

Especially when a woman was deeply in love, she was prone to worry and sensitivity.

Encountering someone like him, who fell silent during arguments, attempting to cool things down before speaking, basically made things worse.

If vocalizing his feelings could bring her joy, then he would do so.

It might sound absurd, but it wasn't as challenging as he'd imagined.

Stella was taken aback, her gaze meeting his dark, ocean-like eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She looked away, clutching the pillow, her words stumbling, "Who taught you to say that?" Keegan playfully rubbed her nose.

"No one taught me.

I just wanted to tell you.

Do you like it?" Stella insincerely replied, "I don't." Keegan, with his fiery temper, retorted, "Then what do you like? Just tell me, and I'll make it happen." Stella said, "I want to watch wealthy women doing the happy dance." Keegan suppressed his reaction, replying lightly, "That's not possible.

Choose something else." Stella persisted, "I want to see chest muscles, back muscles, abs, biceps, triceps, and glutes..." Keegan furrowed his brows.

"That's also not possible." Impatiently, Stella said, Nothing's possible then.

What exactly are you satisfying me with? By giving me a cookie? You installed the app on my phone!" Keegan, ever the jealous one, had unfollowed and blocked all the men and women on her social media account who danced suggestively.

He had also installed something on her phone without her knowledge.

Whenever she scrolled past an attractive person, her phone would automatically play a calming mantra.

How ruthless was he? If Keegan ever lost his job, he could genuinely help people overcome internet addiction.

Keegan said solemnly, "Experts warn that excessive use of social media can harm brain health and increase the risk of Alzheimer's disease.

I installed it for your well-being." Stella glanced at him.

"Experts also claim that divorced women have a longer average lifespan than married women.

If you're so concerned about my health, why did you remarry me just to shorten my lifespan?" Keegan was left speechless.

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