Chapter 392

If Keegan had touched Sophia that way upstairs earlier, Stella might have considered changing her last name. It was because she knew about Keegan's condition that she was certain Sophia had orchestrated the whole thing. Even though she knew nothing had actually happened, her anger was hard to contain. Her frustration wasn't just aimed at Keegan, but also at the fact that he had left an opening for others to exploit. However, the most significant factor contributing to her anger was when she learned about Sophia's background. Stella didn't discuss this with Marshall; she simply remarked, "If married couples can't even trust each other a little, how can they live together? I've been married to him for many years. I won't let this incident blind me. I trust his integrity." 'Could there be a wife as understanding as me? Catching my husband in such a situation with another woman, and yet, I'm defending him. That one billion from Keegan was money well spent!' Stella thought. Marshall restrained his expression and nonchalantly said, "That's good." Then, he did not speak any further. After Stella had sent Marshall back to the Moore Mansion, she sent Keegan back home. Once Marshall left, Stella had no more restraint and started to speed up the car. Keegan was flung around, and his stomach was turned upside down. His whole body felt like it was on a roller coaster, with the ride's sudden left, right, ups, and downs. This continued for more than ten minutes until the car finally stopped. Maria, the housemaid, heard the honk from the car and came out to welcome them. Once the car doors were opened, Keegan could not help but vomit. Stella did not even glance at him. She slammed the car door and went into the house. Maria couldn't budge Keegan and had to make a call. She had the estate management send two security guards, and only then were they able to get Keegan back inside the house. Meanwhile, Stella was in the bathroom, soaking herself in the bath. Suddenly, there was a loud crash, and the door swung open, startling her. Keegan stumbled in, his brows knitted. He turned on the showerhead and stepped into the shower. The strange thing was, he was trying to take a shower without removing his clothes. Stella watched in exasperation. He clearly wasn't in a condition for this, yet he had consumed an excessive amount of alcohol. It was frustrating how he kept causing trouble for everyone after drinking. Ignoring Keegan, she stepped out of the bath and put on a bathrobe after her bath. As for Keegan, let him soak for a while – it might help clear his head. After completing her skincare routine, she still hadn't seen Keegan come out. Stella couldn't sleep and tossed and turned on the bed. The sound of water splashing in the bathroom continued, even though an hour had passed. Was Keegan planning to wash his skin off? After another five minutes, Stella couldn't stand it any longer. She got up and went to the bathroom. eegan was in the same position as when she had left earlier, sitting on the floor with his back to the wall while the shower water splashed over him. The water heater had run out, and now only cold water was flowing. Stella quickly shut off the showerhead and raised her leg to give Keegan a nudge. "Can you get up?" Stella asked. Keegan slowly raised his head to look at her, but no words came from his lips. His entire body was soaked, his hair plastered to his scalp, and his eyes seemed heavy. Water droplets clung to his eyelashes. The sharpness he normally exuded during the day had vanished. At this moment, he resembled a rain-soaked puppy, appearing incredibly pitiful. Stella crouched down and asked, "Keegan, do you know who I am?" Keegan gazed at her with a dazed expression. After a long pause, he mumbled softly, "Stella." "Good. Now, remember this. Don't ever come home in such a state after drinking! Am I your servant? Do I have to clean up after you every day?" Keegan's throat moved as he swallowed, and he spoke in a low tone, "You are my wife." Stella glared at him. "I'm your wife, but do I owe you anything?" As she said that, she pulled Keegan up and bent down to remove his shirt. His clothes were soaked and stuck to his body, so they were difficult to take off. Stella spent a long time and finally took the clothes off his body. Then, she threw a bathrobe at him. "Wear this yourself and come out," After she said that, she walked out. Keegan held the bathrobe, looking contemplative. Stella, feeling exhausted but not at all sleepy, grabbed her phone and opened Facebook. The top searches on Facebook were related to the news about Rivera. Stella clicked on the news to read it. It was a press release that Sophia had announced at her high school.