Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 1896
Stella hesitated to speak. Finally, she could not resist herself anymore and asked, "Did you think that we-"
She clapped her hands lightly as she spoke, "Clapped last night?"
Keegan was taken aback.
"Did we?"
"Of course not! Do you think I'm crazy?"
Stella was speechless as she thought, 'Why does Keegan always think that he is very capable in bed after getting drunk? What
is wrong with him?'
Keegan paused, looking somewhat in doubt. His gaze fell on Stella's neck, "Y-Your neck..."
'Neck?'
Stella went to the mirror and touched her neck, "You mean this? I did some scraping after taking a shower last night."
Keegan kept quiet.
Stella leaned over while blinking her eyes and teased him in a low voice, "Did you think they came from you?"
She brought her neck closer to Keegan as she spoke, "Give me a hickey for comparison. Let's see if they look alike."
Keegan's lips trembled. Then, he forcefully pulled the shirt she was sitting on and went to the bathroom with a stern face.
"Tsk," Stella clicked her tongue. 'What a boring man!'
Keegan stayed in the bathroom for some time. When he finally finished showering and opened the door, he saw Stella in her
pajamas, standing in front of him.
Keegan, drying his hair with a towel, paused and wanted to go around her.
Stella took a step to the side and stood in his way again.
Keegan lowered his gaze at her, "Can I help you?"

Stella looked back at him with shimmering eyes, "Nope."
Keegan kept quiet. Then, he asked, "Can you let me through then?"
"Sure," Stella replied with a smile.
She moved aside as she spoke. However, she stepped on the water on the floor, slipped, and nearly did the splits.
Fortunately, Keegan quickly reacted and caught her under the armpit.
Stella's heart pounded as she clung tightly to Keegan's waist like an octopus, her back drenched in cold sweat.
Keegan propped her back on her feet and threw the towel he held on the water puddle.
"Wait here for a second."
After saying that, Keegan put on a bathrobe and left.
As Stella wondered what he was up to, he returned. He had a pair of non-slip sandals in his hand and placed them by her feet,
"Wear these."
Stella was taken aback.
'When did he buy this?' she wondered to herself.
She lowered her gaze, slid her feet in, and wiggled her toes. Then, she turned to look at Keegan. Just as she was about to
speak, she heard him say, "In a few days, I'll have someone set up another bed in the guest room. I'll be staying there."
Stella paused and thought to herself, 'Is Keegan not planning to tell me that he had recovered his memory? Is he still going to
pretend to be the way he used to be and maintain a distance from me?'
She remained silent, staring at Keegan with a gaze that made him uncomfortable.
Just as Keegan was still hesitating to speak again, Stella said in a flat tone, "No."
He frowned, "I still can't remember who you are. It's not appropriate for us to share the same bed."

Stella gave him a disdainful look, "I don't really want to sleep with you either, but I'm pregnant now. If I slipped and fell like I did
just now, and there was no one to hold me, the baby wouldn't even make it to the hospital."
Keegan's lip twitched, "Would you not say that about the baby?"
'I really can't stand the things she says!' Keegan said inwardly.
Stella shrugged, "I've got to consider the worst."
Keegan thought about what had happened moments ago, and he got goosebumps. He immediately dismissed the idea.
Stella glanced at the conflicted look on his face, torn between his fear of her falling again and the worries of exposing himself if
they spent more time together.
Keegan was so drunk yesterday that he could not even remember what had happened. He still believed that his plan was
flawless.
However, Stella was not planning to expose him for now. Instead, she was trying to figure out why Keegan kept the fact that he
had recovered his memory a secret from everyone, especially her.