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.

Stella never

was noble, proud, seemingly untouchable,

Keegan Stella loved was

strengths and accepted

kissed Stella's cheek and whispered softly, "Stella, I have only one heart, and it

love you." With that, Keegan's ears

wasn't

actions spoke louder

men and

in love, she was prone

attempting to cool things down before speaking, basically

bring her joy, then he

it wasn't as challenging

her gaze meeting his dark,

heart skipped

pillow, her words stumbling, "Who taught you to say that?" Keegan playfully

"No one taught me.

wanted to tell

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