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Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 38
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Chapter 38

Stella was stunned. Her eyes lost their shine, and they gradually reddened. “You’re right. He wouldn’t

take any notice of me…”

‘When I almost died in the tracking incident, he was with someone else,‘ Stella thought.

Keegan frowned. He had a strange feeling in his heart.

“What I meant was,” he explained. “Who would fall for a stupid plan like that?”

Stella did not respond again, as if she did not hear what he had just said. She turned her head away and

rested it against the car window.

Keegan wanted to say something, but he felt wrong about it.

‘No point talking to a drunkard. No matter what I say, I would be pissed off by her illogical responses.‘

Keegan kept quiet too.

They reached Royalpark Villa not long after that.

Maya heard them from afar and hurried out with an umbrella. When she came out, she saw Keegan

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carrying someone out of the car.

When she approached them closer with the umbrella, she realized that the person being carried was

Stella.

“What happened to Mrs. Kane?”

Keegan did not answer. “Fill up the bathtub,” he ordered.

As he carried Stella up the stairs, Keegan noticed the beads of tears hanging from her eyelashes, and

the corners of her eyes were red. She looked like she had just cried.

He tightened his grip on her and pursed his lips.

“Mr. Kane, the bath is ready.”

Maya wanted to lend him a hand, but Keegan avoided her reaching out. “Cook her some soup to get her

to sober up.”

Maya’s eyes landed on Stella. Maya hesitated but then obeyed and left.

The bath was bubbling with steam, and the bathroom air was warm and humid.

Keegan laid Stella down. He bowed his head and stared at her for a while. Then, he reached out and

unbuttoned her shirt.

Instantly, her skin was shown. It was pale with a hint of crimson blush.

Upon seeing this, he stopped what he was doing and frowned. He threw a towel on her, turned around,

and left.

As he swung the bathroom door open, he bumped into Maya. Maya was startled by his sudden motions

and stuttered, “Mr., Mr. Kane, I’m here to hand you her clothes.”

Keegan glanced at her. “Clean her up,” he said coldly and left.

Maya peered at Stella, who was lying there fully clothed and untouched.

By the time Maya was done bathing Stella and moved her to the bedroom, an hour had passed.

The light in Keegan’s study was still on. Maya knocked on his door, holding a bowl of soup. “Mr. Kane,

Mrs. Kane has fallen asleep. Should I still feed her this soup?”

“Hand it over to me. I’ll bring it in for her later.” Keegan flipped a page of the document he was reading.

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He looked up and continued, “Go get some rest, Maya.”

Maya obeyed, set down the spup, and left the room silently.

Keegan waited until everything was quiet downstairs and set his documents aside.

He glanced at the soup that was set on the table and took it to the window. Then, he pushed the window

open and poured the soup out.

Stella did not rest well, as nightmares infested her sleep. She would dream of the car accident back then,

and the despair she felt as she was trapped under the car, unable to move at all.

Then, she dreamed of an impregnated Bella marrying Keegan. In her dream, Stella rushed up to Keegan

and questioned him. But, Keegan coldly pulled her hand off and told her to stop badgering him.

She took a step back in disbelief. However, the ground beneath her feet went empty, and she fell into the

abyss beneath her…

Stella felt a sharp pain in her chest and woke up abruptly with cold sweat glistening on her forehead. She

gasped lightly for air when she realized that it was all just a dream.

Her phone rang. Out of habit, Stella tried to reach around for her phone, but her hand did not find it.

She fumbled upon a hard piece of something, frowned, and subconsciously squeezed it. The low voice

of a man spoke from beside her ear. “How does it feel?”