Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 740
'You have two endorsements coming, and both are even skin care products. How are you going to take the job now? Do you
know how much money we're going to lose?"
Stella pursed her lips and softly said, "I'm sorry...'
Leighton cut her off as soon as she spoke and said to his manager annoyedly, ''You're spitting all over my wound. Are you trying
to make things worse for me?"
His manager glared at him. "Why did the company assign me to such a troublemaker?!"
'He’d lose his ability to think whenever he saw his crush and do anything to defend her!'
Leighton lay on the bed and buried his face in the pillow. Then, he said in a low and muffled voice, "Find somebody better to
work with, then!"
His manager rolled his eyes at the ungrateful guy. He was about to say something, but his phone rang. Then, he went outside to
answer it.
Stuart was very distressed as he looked at Leighton's wound. Then, he pursed his lips and said, "Get some rest. You don't have
to come when we start shooting. I'll reschedule your parts to be filmed later. So take care of yourself.’
Leighton said while suppressing the pain, 'It's okay. I can be there. My wound is on my back anyway. It won't affect anything."
Stuart said again, "It's fine. Just rest well."
Then, he saw Stella, who looked very guilty, at the side. He paused and said, "Are you sober now?'
Stella kept quiet. She had forgotten how she pretended to be drunk as she was too worried about Leighton. She opened her
mouth and wanted to say something, but she heard Leighton mocking Stuart, "You'd be sober too if someone splashed boiling
water at you."
Stuart thought what Leighton said made sense, so he said, "I'll drive you back.'
'Thanks, Mr. Winfield, but I'll stay a little longer. You should leave without me."

So, Stuart turned around and left.
He drank a lot, and he felt very dizzy. His casts were admitted to the hospital one after another before the shooting even started.
He wondered if he picked an unlucky date to begin shooting, so he planned to talk to a fortune teller and pick a better date.
Everyone in the ward started leaving, and Stella was the only person left. The doctor took care of the blisters and cleaned the
fluid on his neck with a cotton ball. Then, he sterilized the wound.
Sterilizing hurt a lot more than popping the blisters. Leighton frowned as he clutched the bedsheet.
He was not the toughest when dealing with pain, and he would have shouted out in pain if his manager had been there instead
of his crush. He figured that it would be very embarrassing if he did that when his crush was in the room with him.
So, he bit his lips and tried his best not to make the slightest sound.
However, he would tremble involuntarily whenever the doctor touched his wound, and Stella noticed that. So, she asked softly,
"Does it hurt a lot?"
Leighton's face was pale, but he shook in head and said with a very calm expression, No, not at all —Ah, fuck-"
The doctor suddenly stubbed the cotton swab on his wound before he could finish speaking, and he could no longer hold the
pain in. His face turned red from pale, and he felt like biting his tongue off.
'Fuck!'
'Why couldn't I just fucking keep quiet?'
Stella looked at the doctor. "Can I massage his Hoku Point?"
The doctor was slightly surprised before he nodded and said, "You can try."
Then, Stella said to Leighton softly, “I'll massage your hand for you. Let me know if it makes you feel any better."
Leighton had no idea how massaging his hand would help with the pain. However, his burning sensation was so unbearable that
he just nodded.
Stella grabbed his hand and placed her thumb on the area between his thumb and index finger. Then, she started massaging it.

Leighton was shocked, and he almost pulled his hand back. Stella’s hand felt cold and soft, but Leighton was very surprised by
how strong her thumb was.
His heart raced, and he did not even dare to look up. Then, he started fantasizing about a female-led relationship with Stella.