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 clarity.

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 Stella.

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 was later erased by the hypnotist, now that he thought about it again, it only reinforced his suspicions.

arguments, Stella never abandoned him

Jaylene adored was noble, proud, seemingly untouchable, adorned with a

Keegan Stella loved was just an ordinary

his strengths and accepted

Stella's love firsthand, so how could he be blinded by Jaylene's counterfeit affection? Keegan kissed Stella's cheek and whispered softly, "Stella, I have only one heart, and it belongs

With that, Keegan's ears reddened

wasn't his

to believe actions spoke louder than

did he know, men and women approached

a woman was deeply in love, she was prone

silent during arguments, attempting to cool things down before speaking,

feelings could bring her joy, then

it wasn't as challenging as

aback, her gaze meeting

skipped

"Who taught you to say that?" Keegan playfully rubbed her

"No one taught me.

just wanted to tell

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