Chapter 1665
After settling the bill, Stella put on her mask and grabbed her coat before heading outside.
Although the cocktails she had consumed did not have a strong alcoholic taste, their alcohol content was not to be
underestimated. Having enjoyed a number of drinks, Stella felt fine while she was sitting down. However, when she stood up,
she noticed a slight dizziness after taking a few steps.
As she navigated her way out of the pub, she inadvertently bumped into a young man holding a drink. The man's beverage
spilled all over him, and he grabbed Stella's arm, demanding an explanation.
Stella retrieved a banknote from her wallet and handed it to the man. "Is this enough for dry cleaning?"
Stella's hands were shaking, and the note fell to the ground. The man misinterpreted her intentions and refused to take the
money. Instead, he seized Stella's arm and ordered an apology.
Stella struggled to free herself. "Let go!" she yelled.
However, the man persisted. "How dare you throw money at me?! Apologize, bitch!"
"I didn't throw the money at you. It slipped from my fingers and fell!"
The man did not believe her. He attempted to pull off her mask and argued, "Take off your mask when you're talking to me. Don't
you know basic respect?"
When his hand had almost reached Stella's mask, someone swiftly intervened. The person grabbed the man’s wrist and twisted
it.
The man's face turned pale, as he cried out in pain. The person patted him on the shoulder and smiled. "Why argue with a
woman, man? She had too much to drink. She probably won't understand what you have to say."
While speaking, he stuffed the money into the man's pocket. "Your shirt looks fine. A quick wash would do the trick. What do you
say?"
The man was hurting so much that he could not say a word. So, he reluctantly nodded in agreement.
Only then did the person release him. "Thanks, man."
The man cursed out in distress and left with an aggrieved expression.
Spencer turned to look at Stella. She wore a frown while rubbing her wrist, which bore marks from the man who had seized her.
Spencer reached out and took her hand. At the same, Stella furrowed her brows and lifted her gaze. Stunned, she softly called
out, "Keegan..."
Spencer pinched the back of her hand and asked, "What did you call me?"
Stella winced before regaining her senses. "Spencer? Why are you here?"
"Why can't I be here?"
Stella was at a loss for words. She did not have the energy to argue with him, so she grabbed her coat and left.
Spencer caught up to her and said, "What's with the attitude? I got you out of trouble and not even a thank you?"
"Thank you," Stella said.
Her reaction left Spencer speechless. He glared at her and said, "That sounded insincere."
Stella ignored him and stood by the roadside while waiting for a cab.
Spencer stopped beside her and asked, "When is Keegan's funeral?"
Stella froze upon hearing that. She threw her bag at him and said, "You're the one who should be having a funeral!"
Spencer tried to dodge her attack but was still hit twice. Seeing that she was about to hit him again, he quickly grabbed her
hands to stop her. "That's enough. I was just asking. Did my question warrant such a reaction? Everyone knows that Keegan
went missing in the waters. It's been twenty days since then. Are you actually still expecting him to come back?"
Stella stepped on his foot, causing him to yelp. Stella grabbed her bag, glared at him, and walked away.
Spencer was hopping in place out of pain. He quickly caught up to her and said, "You weren't this upset when we broke up. Why
does Keegan get this special treatment?"
Stella ignored him. However, Spencer could not understand why Stella treated Keegan better than him when they were both her
ex.
Thinking of how his friends had teased him before, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Did you get together with me back then
because Keegan and I look alike? Did you ever have feelings for me?"