Chapter 1991
Spencer turned toward Stella with a mock glare, "Aren't you tempted to ditch him and run into my
arms?"
She rolled her eyes in response, "You really should call someone to pick you up. You're completely
sloshed. How did I never realize you were such a master of nonsense?"
Spencer snorted dismissively, "I'm planting a thorn in your heart on purpose, hoping to stir some guilt.
Why should you find happiness before me?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtChuckling, Stella retorted, "You overestimate your influence. I'm heartless, remember? Any thorn you
plant would just end up in my stomach."
Undeterred, Spencer shot back, "Then I'll make sure it pricks you there!"
Stella dismissed his words with a scoff, "Grow up, Spencer."
Spencer wobbly called his friends, who were nearby. Soon enough, his friends arrived to escort him
home. Before leaving, he pulled Keegan aside, whispering something. His friends then hurriedly led
him away.
Curious, Stella inquired, "What did he say to you?"
Keegan replied cryptically, "Just some guy stuff."
Stella snorted, suspecting the nature of their conversation, ’He must have been sharing one of those
embarrassing stories from school. If Spencer ever marries, I have a few tales of my own to share with
his bride.'
Reflecting on Spencer's parting words, Keegan felt amused yet challenged. Spencer had quipped,
'Marriage is love's graveyard. Let's see how long you last. If you ever grow tired of each other, I'll be
waiting. But try to keep her in your "graveyard" forever, if you can.' 'As if I'd ever let her go,' Keegan
thought defiantly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNoticing that Jaylene had passed out, Stella turned to Keegan with a mischievous glint in her eyes,
"Darling, I have an idea."
At the term of endearment, Keegan's attention sharpened, "What's on your mind?" "Treat others as
they treat US," Stella suggested slyly.
Keegan cautioned, "Nothing illegal, though."
Stella huffed, "I'm not bound by such high moral standards. Otherwise, we might as well involve the
police."
Keegan remained silent, his expression thoughtful.
Impatient with his hesitation, Stella pondered, 'Sometimes, Keegan's adherence to rules can be a little
too rigid for my liking. Morality is subjective, after all.'
She then dialed Aldor’s number on her phone, "Stop spectating. We need your help."
A few minutes later, Aldor arrived with Aurora and helped the stillunconscious Jaylene into the car.