Chapter 1292
Chapter: 1292
Keegan’s expression turned serious as he handed the thermos to Doreen.
“| appreciate your affection for me, but | don’t share the same romantic feelings. It’s best if we don’t meet again in the future.”
Doreen felt a surge of anger, yet she refused to ept her failure.
Throughout her life, she had always effortlessly obtained whatever she desired, and there seemed to be no Limit to what she
could get.
“Keegan, | won''t give up until you find a girlfriend. Our differences don’t matter; in fact, theyplement us well. They make us a
perfect match. You''re the introvert and I’m the extrovert. | can handle the business side while you take care of our family. It’s an
ideal partnership!”Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.
Keegan found himself at a loss for words.
He had the qualities of both an introvert and an outgoing person, making him quite versatile.
Thest thing he wanted was to live off his wife.
“Well, the soup is all yours. I’m heading out.”
Doreen tossed her hair back, gave Keegan a sly wink, and strutted away in her stylish high heels.
Keegan watched Doreen walk away. His sense of helplessness only grew stronger in that moment.
“Why is Doreen so difficult to handle?” he muttered to himself, frustration evident in his voice.
“Keegan, don’t you like her?” Deanna asked, noticing Keegan’s distress.
“What do you think?” Keegan sighed and ced the thermos on the table.
Deanna blinked. “Well, if you truly don’t like her, | can pretend to be your girlfriend.”
Keegan was stunned by her offer; he stared at her for a brief moment, then waved his hand dismissively. “No need, thanks.”
He couldn''t afford to upset either of them. Bothdies posed a challenge to him.
“I''m being kind enough to help you. Why are you refusing me?” Deanna protested, dissatisfactioncing her words.
Keegan tried to exin himself, his tone earnest. “I didn’t realize you were Brian’s sister at first. If | had known your true identity
earlier, how could | have used you as an excuse? You''re even more influential than Doreen. If | used you as an excuse, people
would stillbel me living off a woman.”
Hisplexion was fair, and he stood tall. A touch of artistic pride gleamed in his eyes.
As Deanna looked at him, she sensed the remnants of her own prejudice slowly fading away.
“Well then, let’s forget it. I’m feeling hungry now.”