Chapter 2186
During that month of injury, Keegan realized this, but he never corrected Jaylene.
His preferences were crystal clear. If Jaylene had any sense at all, she would have noticed. Yet, she
still clung to that idealized version of Keegan, simply because that was the Keegan she desired.
Besides, who in their right mind would willingly give banned substances to someone they cared about?
This shallow, self-serving infatuation couldn''t be considered love; it was nothing more than despicable
possessiveness.
Since regaining his memory, Keegan saw things with rity.
He recalled the days when he was bedridden due to his severe injury. Each time the nurse tended to
his wounds, Jaylene stood nearby, her brow furrowed not out of fear, but out of disgust.
At that time, he couldn''t recall Ste. Jaylene had convinced him she was his lover, but deep down, he
didn''t believe it.
How could his supposed lover recoil at the sight of his injuries?
Though this memory waster erased by the hypnotist, now that he thought about it again, it only
reinforced his suspicions.
Even during their fiercest arguments, Ste never abandoned him in sickness.
The Keegan Jaylene adored was noble, proud, seemingly untouchable, adorned with a golden aura.
But the Keegan Ste loved was just an ordinary man. She embraced his strengths and epted his
ws.
He had experienced Ste''s love firsthand, so how could he be blinded by Jaylene''s counterfeit
affection?
Keegan kissed Ste''s cheek and whispered softly, "Ste, I have only one heart, and it belongs solely
to you. I love you." With that, Keegan''s ears reddened slightly. 1
Expressing love wasn''t his forte. He used to believe actions spoke louder than words. Little did he
know, men and women approached love differently. Especially when a woman was deeply in love, she
was prone to worry and sensitivity.
Encountering someone like him, who fell silent during arguments, attempting to cool things down
before speaking, basically made things worse.
If vocalizing his feelings could bring her joy, then he would do so. It might sound absurd, but it wasn''t as
challenging as he''d imagined.
Ste was taken aback, her gaze meeting his dark, ocean-like eyes. Her heart skipped a beat. She
looked away, clutching the pillow, her words stumbling, "Who taught you to say that?"
Keegan yfully rubbed her nose. "No one taught me. I just wanted to tell you. Do you like it?"
Ste insincerely replied, "I don''t."
Keegan, with his fiery temper, retorted, "Then what do you like? Just tell me, and I''ll make it happen."
Ste said, "I want to watch wealthy women doing the happy dance."
Keegan suppressed his reaction, replying lightly, "That''s not possible.
Choose something else."
Ste persisted, "I want to see chest muscles, back muscles, abs, biceps, triceps, and glutes..."
Keegan furrowed his brows. "That''s also not possible."
Impatiently, Ste said, "Nothing''s possible then. What exactly are you satisfying me with? By giving
me a cookie? You installed the app on my phone!"
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Keegan, ever the jealous one, had unfollowed and blocked all the men and women on her social media
ount who danced suggestively. He had also installed something on her phone without her
knowledge. Whenever she scrolled past an attractive person, her phone would automatically y a
calming mantra.
How ruthless was he?
If Keegan ever lost his job, he could genuinely help people ovee inte addiction.
Keegan said solemnly, "Experts warn that excessive use of social media can harm brain health and
increase the risk of Alzheimer''s disease. I installed it for your well-being."
Ste nced at him. "Experts also im that divorced women have a longer average lifespan than
married women. If you''re so concerned about my health, why did you remarry me just to shorten my
lifespan?"
Keegan was left speechless.