Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 1789
Stella was heartbroken to hear what Keegan had been through.
'He was in a daze. How much painkillers did he have to take to be in that state?' Stella couldn't shake off the overwhelming
feeling. She contemplated what could have been if she had just held onto him in the river. It might have prevented the
subsequent events, sparing him from facing the most challenging moment of his life all alone.
Sensing her distress, Keegan's mood seemed to darken. Without meeting her eyes or uttering a word, he matched her stride and
silently accompanied her.
The streetlights extended their shadows as Keegan suddenly inquired, "Did you use to take walks like this with him?"
Stella was momentarily stunned but then comprehended that the "him" Keegan referred to was the previous version of himself,
the one she had married. This realization stemmed from her previous statement, "I want to make sure the Keegan who deeply
loved me is safe and sound."
Dropping her gaze, Stella responded slowly, "No, we rarely walked together. Even when we did, he never held my hand."
Keegan was slightly taken aback. The situation was different from what he had in mind.
Stella continued, "He was petty and awkward. He clearly liked me, yet always refused to admit it because he wanted to save
face. He carefully selected gifts for me but claimed they were from clients. He obviously enjoyed the dishes I cooked but said
they tasted mediocre. He was always sarcastic and knew how to provoke me."
"It was the first time I encountered a thirty-year-old man who liked someone in such a childish and uneasy way. At that time, I
couldn't comprehend why other couples would hold hands or stroll side by side, while we walked in a singlefile line."
"Later, I learned that he wasn't avoiding holding my hand; he was waiting for me to take the initiative."
As Stella spoke, her fingers intertwined with Keegan’s.
Keegan instinctively wanted to retract his hand, but Stella tightened her grip on his fingers. She put her arm around his waist and
whispered, "Please, just for a minute. I miss him."
Keegan paused and did not resist further. The vulnerability and tenderness she revealed gradually broke down his defenses.
Something within him wanted to break free.

Keegan's figure swayed slightly. Stella noticed his pale face, and her expression changed.
She started to panic. "Keegan, what's wrong? Don't scare me! " She exclaimed with a trembling voice.
"It's nothing." Keegan reached into his pocket, took out a bottle of pills, opened it, and took one out.
Stella quickly unscrewed a water bottle and handed it to him. Keegan stared at the pill in his hand but hesitated to swallow it.
He clutched the pill in his palm and took a few sips of water, but the pain only intensified. He uncontrollably tried to open the pill
bottle again but tightly gripped it to suppress the urge.
Stella didn't notice whether Keegan had taken the medicine or not. Seeing his condition worsen, she suggested anxiously, "Let's
take you to the hospital."
However, Keegan held her back, his face turning pale as he endured the intense pain. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Call
Grandma."
Worried, Stella didn't challenge him. She quickly contacted Cordelia.
After hanging up, she helped Keegan back to the house. In just over ten minutes, Baldwin arrived at Royalpark Villa with two
other people.
Keegan's complexion remained poor, and Stella stayed by his side, wiping the sweat from his face.
Baldwin led the two people to Keegan. One of them was a man in his forties with a refined appearance, wearing a suit. He sat by
the bed and checked Keegan's pulse. The other was a young man in his twenties. He respectfully stood beside them, holding a
box.
After examining Keegan's pulse and asking a few questions, the man turned to the young man and said something. The young
man nodded and addressed Stella and Baldwin, "My boss needs to carry out an acupuncture session. Please step aside for a
moment."