Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 1837
The figure on the couch remained unresponsive. Stella decided to undo the remaining buttons without hesitation.
Keegan's chest was red; it seemed he was genuinely under the influence of alcohol.
"Keegan?" Stella called his name again, "Do you remember what I told you the day you picked me up?"
As she spoke, the knife had slid down to his belt. Keegan's body stiffened momentarily.
The chilly blade gently tapped his lower abdomen while Stella wiped the thin sweat from his forehead.
She exhaled and said, "With your excellent memory, you shouldn't have forgotten, right?"
Keegan tensed all over, and a particular phrase crossed his mind, "Regardless of whether you can recover your memory in the
future if you have any involvement with Jaylene, I'll make sure you can never have children."
Feeling the blade sliding downward, he tensed even more.
"Are you really drunk?" Stella frowned, reaching out to touch his face. "How much did you drink?"
She set the knife aside and sat next to Keegan. She then grabbed his face and said, "Does Jaylene know you have low alcohol
tolerance? How come she got you this drunk? What was she up to?"
She pinched Keegan's face and continued, "Could it be she wanted to take advantage of you when you're defenseless?"
She continued, muttering to herself, "Jaylene still doesn't understand you. No matter how stunning she might be, it won't make a
difference when faced with someone who is all show and no substance."
"Who are you calling all show and no substance?" Keegan's voice slowly sounded from behind.
Startled, Stella turned her head to see the person sleeping on the couch, now wide awake, staring at her with fiery eyes.
She was slow to react. "You're not drunk-Ah!"
Before Stella could finish her sentence, Keegan grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the couch.

He rolled over, pinning her beneath him. Instinctively avoiding her stomach, he held one of her hands above her head. Leaning
down, he looked into her eyes and asked in a deep voice, "I said, who are you calling all show and no substance?"
Stella was shocked. She suddenly realized, "You're not drunk?"
Keegan lowered his gaze. "Answer the question."
Stella chuckled at the thought that he was fine with all the threats but was not okay with her saying that he was an empty suit.
She tilted her neck in defiance, "Of course, I'm talking about you. Do you see anyone else in here?"
Keegan gritted his teeth, "Do you know what that phrase means?"
Stella clicked her tongue and used her free hand to playfully touch his lower abdomen. "Of course I do."
Keegan's whole body tensed, his ears turning red. He pinned both her hands above her head and said, "Don't move!"
Stella hesitated for a moment and then started moving even more vigorously.
Keegan didn't use much force to pin down her legs, afraid of putting pressure on her stomach.
Stella took advantage of this and intentionally wriggled around. "Why would I listen to you? Who do you think you are to control
me?"
Saying that, she deliberately kicked her legs. Keegan felt helpless and suddenly grabbed one of her ankles, placing it on his
shoulder. A slight downward pressure made her unable to move.
"Are you still going to move?"
Keegan's raspy voice penetrated Stella's heart. She belatedly realized that this posture was too intimate. She blushed and gritted
her teeth, "Let me go!"
Realizing he had found a way to restrain her, Keegan smirked, his eyes deep and alluring. "No," he said.
Stella turned red with anger. "You motherfu— Mmph!"
Keegan, who was prone to being unruly, had kissed her on the lips.

"No teaching our child curse words," he murmured.
Stella was stubborn and did not succumb. She opened her mouth and said, "You son of a- Mm-"
Before she could finish her words, Keegan gave her a deep kiss.