Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

The music played with ambiguity in her ears, while before her eyes lay anatomical charts of human muscles commonly found in dissecting rooms and hospitals.

Stella stared at these charts, almost envisioning the edge-dancing male streamers morphing into the red muscle lines depicted in the anatomy chart, each one captivating as they twisted their waists and hips.

Her head spun as she pointed to the projection screen and asked Keegan," What's this?"

Keegan patiently explained, "It's a muscle distribution chart. Everyone's body develops the same way under the skin. By looking beyond appearances, you see the essence. Once you see the essence, appearances become insignificant to you."

Seeing beyond appearances???

Stella's face shifted from that of embarrassment to frustration, cycling through several changes before she abruptly stood up, her face tense, and headed outside.

Keegan caught up to her. 'Where are you going?"

Stella replied, "To find my brother."

Keegan was confused.

"My brother's company just hired a group of male actors, all with handsome faces and solid abs," she said, gesturing to the muscle anatomy chart on the screen. "I'm going to see if I can see through appearances to the essence you mentioned."

Keegan's eyelid twitched, and he reached out to stop her hand from turning the doorknob, saying firmly, "No way!"

Stella raised an eyebrow, 'Are you jealous?"

Keegan scowled, "Shouldn't I be?"

Stella chuckled, "What's there to be jealous of? Didn’t you say it yourself? Everyone develops the same way under the skin. Appearances are nothing to me; I'm going to see the essence. Be reasonable."

As she made to leave, Keegan blocked her path, gritting his teeth, "'You're going to see other men, and you want me to be reasonable?"

Stella narrowed her eyes. "Keegan, who's playing whom here? Don’t you know very well what I want to see?"

Keegan choked on his words, his face turning awkward, "I... I was just joking with you." Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Stella tilted her head, looking at him with a half-smile, not saying anything.

Keegan blushed, awkwardly saying, "I... I was just trying to lighten the mood. Otherwise, why would I dress like this?"

As he handed the belt to Stella, he apologized in a low voice, "Stella, please don't be angry. I’m sorry."

Stella's heart softened at his conciliatory tone, and she pinched the belt, hesitantly pulling it lightly, causing Keegan's bathrobe to fall open.

The firm muscles came into view, fair and tender, stirring one's blood.

Stella had always been indifferent to wheat-colored muscles, but she couldn't resist his cold white skin, and those lines seemed even clearer than before.

She blinked and looked up at Keegan. "Have you been working out?"

Keegan tilted his head, bringing his closed hand up to his lips, and coughed lightly. "You mentioned before that my muscles have thinned during my injury, so I hired a personal trainer."

Stella was left speechless.

"'So you've been covering up because it hasn't shown results yet?" she asked.

Keegan nodded, then lowered his voice, "And there's also the hunger effect.

Schemer!

Stella's gaze lingered on Keegan's waist and abdomen for a moment, then she whispered, "Where else have you been working out?"