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Chapter 1941
Keegan had no idea why Stella said that.
"So, should we start working on our relationship with each other now?" Stella said earnestly.
Keegan licked his lips. "And, how do you want to do it?"
Stella looked at his lips and murmured, "Let's begin with a physical connection."
"What?" Keegan did not hear her clearly.
She then grabbed him by his tie, pulled him closer, tiptoed, and kissed him on the lips.
Keegan paused and instinctively hugged her waist.
Stella closed her eyes, threw her pride aside, and did everything she possibly could to "violate"
Keegan.
Stella had been wanting to do that since he came inside with the faint red marks on his face.
She just could not resist the temptation of his alluring and seductive eyes.
If Marshall's eyes could talk, they would say, "I like you." But, Keegan's screamed, "Let's make love."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThose traces of fake blood at the corner of his eyes added a touch of pity to his appearance, making
him completely irresistible to Stella.
Keegan tried very hard not to break character. No matter how passionate Stella was kissing him, he
stayed still.
Stella suddenly bit his tongue, causing him to frown in pain.
Then, she let go of him and said with unstable breath," You're acting like a block of wood. How is our
relationship supposed to get better if you keep acting like this?"
Keegan's ears turned red, as he continued to pretend. "Sorry, I'm not good at this."
Stella was speechless.
Suddenly, she did not know if he was simply sticking to his character or deliberately teasing her.
Then, she cleared her throat and said, "Let's stop here for today, then. I'll teach you more next time."
Keegan subtly smiled and said in a low voice, "Well, thanks then, Coach Hall."
Stella was taken aback.
After admiring her embarrassed expression, Keegan quickly left.
When Keegan returned to the wedding hall, the emcee was already giving a speech on stage, and the
ceremony was about to begin.
He went back to his seat, and Marshall looked at him and said, "I thought you went to take Stella to the
hospital."
Keegan replied flatly, "Lena took care of her wound. She's fine now."
Marshall frowned. "She was bleeding profusely. Is she really okay?"
Keegan looked at him and replied, "It's none of your concern whether she's okay or not. You should put
your focus on the people around you. Settle down, so Mrs. Moore won't have to worry about you
anymore."
Marshall stared at Keegan without saying anything more.
Felicity struggled to set up her phone but finally managed to do so when the ceremony began.
Ricky, who was dressed in a suit, stood before the stage, as he watched the bride approaching with
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmErick's support.
Ricky was of average height but was extremely skinny. The suit hung loosely on him, which reminded
Felicity of the online term "walking stick" that was used to mock thin people.
Apart from being skinny, he seemed unusually weak. He stood there with his back hunched, and there
were dark circles around his eyes. When he looked at the bride, his expression revealed a subtle hint
of impatience.
"Tsk," Vermont clicked his tongue. Then, he said, "Getting addicted to those things is really harmful. He
looked perfectly normal when I met him two years ago. But now, he looks like a skeleton. No wonder
his parents are desperately looking for an heir."
Felicity asked curiously, "Didn't you say that he's incapable of having sex? How will the bride
conceive?"
Vermont chuckled without saying anything in response.
Felicity nudged him. "Why are you laughing? Tell me."
Vermont sighed, lowered his voice, and said, "Look at the table where the groom's parents are sitting
at."
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