Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 845
Stella was taken aback. 'He's angry because of this?' she thought. 'He's clearly being a little childish. Who cares if I like this
bouquet more? He's the one who bought it, didn't he?'
Stella was in a good mood, so she did not want to pick a fight. "The flowers you got me before were practical. They were good
for baths and rose petal cookies," she said to comfort him. But, Keegan was not impressed. He did not feel comforted
whatsoever.
Speaking of cookies, Stella suddenly remembered that Felicity had made some pastries and wanted Keegan to try them.
Felicity really knew how to bake. There was a time when Keegan sent a bouquet of roses to their apartment almost every day. It
was a pity to throw them away since they weren't cheap, but Stella did not have anywhere to put the roses.
So, Felicity plucked the petals, washed them, and turned them into cookies and tarts. She even sealed each of her creations into
individual packaging to preserve them longer. The two of them would then eat them as a snack when they were watching shows
together. Since Vermont lived across the hall, there were only a few cookies left.
Stella handed Keegan a rose custard-filled tart and said, "Here. Try it."
Keegan unwrapped the pastry and took a bite. The pastry was light, and the rose enhanced the taste of the custard. The tart was
not too sweet and the flavors burst in his mouth.
"It's good, right?" Stella said with a smile. "Felicity is a great baker."
"You're not too bad yourself," Keegan's gaze lowered as he said that.
Stella paused before she said, "You don't have to lie."
"I mean it," Keegan emphasized.
Stella looked at him and said, ‘Do you think I didn't see you throw out the lunch I made for you?"
"When did I—“ Keegan's voice faltered, and he seemed to remember the one time he did that. He then connected it with how
Stella never cooked for him again after that. "Is that why you stopped making lunch for me?" he asked.

Even though the incident had happened a long time ago, a lump still formed in Stella's throat when she thought of how her
kindness was rejected.
"I'm not that ignorant. Why would I continue making lunch for you when you clearly did not like them?" Stella lowered her gaze
and said.
'I see...' Keegan thought that Stella was getting tired of making him lunch for work, and that was why she stopped. He
remembered how she bought a guitar after seeing someone play it on television. After two months of practice, the guitar was
placed in the storage room. Stella had always been one to start projects and not finish them. So, when she stopped cooking for
Keegan, he thought that it was because she had moved on to new hobbies. He never thought that it was because of his actions.
'Does that mean... she learned how to cook because of me..?' This realization softened Keegan's heart.
Stella was sad about the past. When she looked up, she saw Keegan smiling and became annoyed.
"Am I a joke to you?" she asked unhappily.
"No." Keegan took her hand and stroked it lightly. ‘I think it's cute,’ he whispered.
Stella's eyelids twitched. She pulled her hand away and said, "Don't you gaslight me!"
"I'm not." Keegan put his hand over her waist and pulled her into his lap. He then stared into her eyes and said slowly, "I only
threw the lunch you made me into the garbage once, and it wasn't because your food tasted bad. I went to the golf course with a
client that day. The car was parked under the hot sun for the whole day. When I came home, I found that the food had gone bad,
so I decided to throw it out."