Chapter 1987


    Chapter 1987


    Spencer, unfazed by Ste''s request for drinks, shed a smile and casually asked, "Enjoying the


    meal? How about we add a few drinks to the mix?"


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    Ste shot back, "Ever the chatterbox, aren''t you?"


    Jaylene, disying genuine concern, frowned at Keegan, "You really shouldn''t drink, Keegan. You''re


    still recovering. Alcohol and cigarettes are thest things you need right now."


    Keegan responded calmly, "It''s fine. I''ll just have a few drinks with Spence."


    Spencer did a double-take. Surprised, he thought, ''Did he just call me " Spence"?'' "Please, Keegan.


    Think of your health," Jaylene implored, her worry evident.


    Keegan replied with warmth, "I''ll go easy then. Why don''t you drink a bit more on my behalf? I owe a lot


    to his family. They were there for me during tough times."


    Feeling a sense of inclusion in Keegan''s circle, Jaylene could not hide her satisfaction. She nced at


    Ste, whose mood seemed to sour further, and quickly agreed, "Since it''s your request, I can''t say


    no."


    Ste remained silent, internally acknowledging Keegan''s influential charm.


    Leaning closer, Spencer whispered to Ste, "Seems like your faithful act is going unnoticed. How


    about eloping with me instead?" "Go elope by yourself," Ste retorted dryly.


    "Ingrate," Spencer snorted in mock offense.


    Ste nned to get Jaylene tipsy. Trevor had mentioned her average tolerance, which was slightly


    better than Keegan''s. However, Jaylene was now nearing her limit, while Spencer, though slightly


    buzzed, was far from it.


    Slightly drunk, Spencer became more talkative, reminiscing about their school days. Initially


    maintaining hisposure in Jaylene''s presence, Keegan grew visibly more irritated as she became


    drunk when he heard


    Spencer recounting how he and Ste first met.


    "Bro, let me paint you a picture. When I first transferred to her ss, Ste sat alone in the back. I


    chose to sit with her because it was quieter and because she caught my eye. Yet, she never gave me a


    second nce. I thought she was ying hard to get.


    "A whole month passed, and she didn''t utter a word to me. One day, she tapped my shoulder and


    asked, ''Hi, what''s your name? The teacher needs it for the information sheet.'' "I was dumbfounded. A


    whole month, and she didn''t know my name? I was insulted, honestly. She wasn''t the typical high


    school beauty; she was more of a hidden gem with a unique aura, probably from her dancing. She


    stood out, but not knowing my name? That hit a nerve. I remembered her name from the first day we


    met, yet she was clueless about mine. It felt so unfair.