Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 93
“Why don’t you ask that good sister of yours?”
Keegan glanced at her “She said you held a grudge against her for taking your gown. You excused yourself to the bathroom and
sneaked away.”
Stella let out a scornful laugh. “Why do you ask me when she has already told you about it?”
Keegan pursed his lips and said flatly, “I didn’t believe her. I would like to hear your side of the story.”
Stella froze for a moment and puckered her lips. “Would you believe me if I told you Aurora locked me in the restroom?” Stella
did not look at Keegan when she said that. She never thought that Keegan would take what she said seriously. She knew very
well how defensive Keegan was of his sister. No matter how reckless Aurora was, she would still be the simple–minded little girl
in Keegan and his family’s eyes. It was impossible to make them believe that their innocent little girl had locked someone in the
restroom.
Stella had braced herself for Keegan’s backlash, but she only heard a sigh from Keegan. “How did you get out?”
Keegan’s response stunned Stella. She felt that Keegan was acting strange today as all his reactions. seemed to be out of her
expectations. She could not read his thoughts, or maybe she never really knew him.
“I went out the window.” Stella did not mention that she saved someone during her time in the restroom. It was not necessary for
her to mention it since she saved a stranger. Besides, the thought of saving someone from the toilet bowl with her bare hands
made her feel sick. Once was enough for this kind of experience, there was no need to make a big deal out of it.
“You went out the window?” Stella’s response had startled Keegan. She was on the twelfth floor. Did she think she could climb
the walls? Keegan thought.
Stella was not paying attention to Keegan’s expression and nodded. “I got outside and climbed along the wall until I reached the
next door. Mr. Moore just so happened to be in the restroom, and he helped me out.”
The blue veins on Keegan’s forehead tensed, and he asked carelessly in a low voice, “What was Marshall doing in the
restroom?”
Stella was puzzled by the absurd question. “What can someone do in the restroom? He was obviously going to the toilet.”

Keegan said in a deep voice, “You saw him in the toilet?”
“Huh?” Stella did not respond in time.
And, Keegan glanced at her. “You saw him!”
Stella came back to her senses and answered with a flushed face. “I didn’t! He just came in when I got to the window. How could
you be so dirty–minded!”
Keegan immediately cooled off his anger. He pulled her elbow over to take a closer look at her wound. There were obvious
traces of bruises on her right wrist. Blood spots were on her white tender skin, and the abraded skin had prickly curled–up
cuticles.
She would dramatically grunt for half a day when she punctured her finger without bleeding when she was peeling an apple at
home. Yet, there was not a single cry of pain from her when her wrist was in this
condition
She was covered in wounds the night she was rear–ended on the overpass, but she came home without saying anything. Stella
was no longer willing to cry out her pain or show her vulnerable side to him. anymore. Keegan was not pleased with that
realization.
It was hard for Keegan to describe how he felt. He hated trouble, whether it was in work or life. It was always the simpler, the
better. But, it was not like that for Stella. When they got married, Keegan knew that she was a somewhat troublesome woman.
They lacked a real relationship, but she wanted a classic wedding with all the wedding ceremony processes. After their marriage,
she took it upon herself and changed his daily habits. Habits such as drinking milk before bed, putting car freshener in the car,
and using his collection of expensive coffee beans to make coffee–flavor cakes.
Stella’s presence disrupted his twenty years of habits, and sometimes she annoyed him. She would ask him if her clothing was
nice, and if he responded that it was fine, she would claim that he was brushing her off. But, if he said that it was ugly, she would
disagree and state that he had poor taste. The answer would always be one of the two, yet she would happily ask him every
time.
Keegan once hoped that she would be like the partner he had anticipated. Someone who was smart, knowledgeable,
independent, and would not cause too much trouble. However, he felt rather uncomfortable, as if there was a missing piece in his
heart once she stopped bothering him.

Keegan pursed his lips and lowered his head to help Stella put on a band–aid. From Stella’s point of view, she could perfectly
see his jawline. Even though Stella was going to divorce Keegan, she still thought that Keegan was goddamn hot. It was also
because of this deceptive face that made her once thought she could live with this for the rest of her life. Once we are really
separated, I probably wouldn’t hate Keegan with that face of his. Being a face judger is so unprincipled! Stella thought.
Keegan partially closed his eyes and gently pressed the two ends of the band–aid. He faintly asked, “The window was so high
up. How did you manage to climb it?”
When he mentioned that, Stella could not help but brag. “Did you forget that I was an art student? I learned to dance for many
years. Although I did slack off after getting married, my foundation is still there. A height like that poses no difficulty to me.” The
matter was over, and she could obviously talk big without thinking twice. Who would have known that her legs had given up from
fear?
Keegan looked up at her. “You think you’re really smart?”
Stella did not understand his underlying meaning, and she discussed it in a serious manner with him. “I consider this as brave
and wise.”
Keegan sneered, “I think that you lost your mind! The accessible restroom clearly has an emergency call button. Why didn’t you
press it? Do you really think you’re brave and wise for climbing the window? It’s on the twelfth floor! Do you know that you’ll be a
puddle of mush now if you step on the wrong foot?”