Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 917

Chapter 917

"I didn't know that Keegan got you flowers, nor did he ask for my help," Marshall said as he looked at the flowers.

"Maybe we have similar tastes. This bouquet looks quite similar to the one I sent you on the first day you were

filming."

Stella paused. "You sent me flowers?"

Marshall nodded.

"Did you send them to the set?" Stella frowned and asked.

"No. I was afraid you wouldn't get them in time, so I sent them to your house. There was a card inside. Didn't you

receive them?" Marshall tentatively asked.

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Stella remained silent, and she carefully recalled what happened on Valentine's Day. She and Keegan had just come

back from 10th Street, and he insisted on going to her place for drinks. Stella went into her room to change, and

Keegan came into the apartment with a bouquet of flowers, saying that it was for her. She praised Keegan for

having a good eye, but he frowned. 'Why would someone like him, who gets high on praise, be unhappy when I

complimented him? Is it because he wasn't the one who got me the flowers? He threw the card away and

pretended that it was from him?! What the fuck?!'

Seeing that she was silent, Marshall called out to her. "Stella?"

Stella came back to her senses and met Marshall's concerned gaze. She felt embarrassed about the situation, even

though Keegan was the one who did it. She let out a cough and tried to cover for Keegan. "Ah, I remember! The

building security called me over the phone that day and said that there was a delivery for me. But, I was so busy

that I forgot about it. I'm sorry," she said with an apologetic face.

Marshall saw how she was busy apologizing and subconsciously clenched his fists. Only after a while, he said, "It's

fine. It's just a bouquet of flowers. It's alright if you didn't get them. You don't have to be sorry about it.'

However, Stella still felt embarrassed when she thought of Keegan claiming someone else's gift as his own and her

almost exposing him. 'I'll go ask the security about it later," Stella said vaguely as she trimmed the stems of the

flowers.

Marshall did not continue the conversation. He picked up a few roses and asked, "Why do you cut the flower stems

at an angle?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure. The people in my gardening group chat do this, so I do it too. I think it's because the flowers

can absorb more water and faster with a larger surface at the bottom to prolong their life? Speaking of flowers,

how's your Clivia plant? Are there any black spots on the new leaves?" Stella turned her head and asked with a

smile. Her clothes moved along with her actions, revealing her fair skin and an ambiguous red mark on her

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collarbone.

Marshall was stunned. His pupils were dilated. Countless images came up in his mind, and his head was filled with

thoughts until they finally settled on a scenario of a man and a woman kissing. The image then shattered into a

million pieces, and his world turned black and white with a flash of red.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Stella turned around and glanced at him curiously. Marshall's lips were

tightly pursed, and his face was indescribably pale. Something about him looked wrong. Stella was shocked for a

moment and called out, "Mr. Moore? Marshall?’

Marshall abruptly came back to his senses and looked at Stella in a daze for a few seconds before he uttered,

’What?" "You don't look so good. Is something wrong?' Stella frowned.