Chapter 117

There was no response from behind, but the tug at his sleeves remained. Keegan soft- heartedly said, “Stella, stop messing around. This won’t work on me.”

He turned around as he spoke, only to lower his gaze soon after.

A little girl about the height of his thigh was pulling at his sleeve. Then, she softly said, Mister, you’re stepping on my flower.”

Keegan did not say a word.

He lowered his head only to see his right foot stepping on a lily–shaped paper.

He bent over, picked up the paper flower, squatted, and handed it over to the little girl.‘ Where’s your mommy?”

As the girl was about to speak, a man came running as he called the girl’s name.

The little girl’s father held her hand and left after he thanked Keegan.

Keegan looked around before he saw a familiar figure in the men’s clothing store.

He went into the shop with a gloomy face and happened to see Stella picking out neckties.

The irritation that built up in his heart dissolved instantly.

Stella was of two minds about two neckties. She turned her head around and asked Keegan, ” Which do you think looks better?”

Keegan pretended to glance calmly and indifferently said, “The one with blue stripes.”

Stella placed the neckties at his neck for comparison and shook her head. “The blue one suits you, but not him.”

Keegan’s body stalled for a moment as his facial expression turned cold. “Him? Who is him?”

Stella, who was unaware of Keegan’s change in mood, replied as she continued selecting. “Mr. Moore, of course. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t know how long I would be stuck in the restroom. Since I don’t know how to repay him, I thought I should give him a tie as a gift because we just so happened to be at the mall today.”

Goodwill must be repaid eventually, but having a meal together was a little awkward. Besides, giving a gift would save a lot of trouble in comparison.

As she continued talking, Stella seemed to have recalled something. She lifted her head and asked Keegan, “Oh yeah, aren’t you guys childhood friends? Do you know what style he likes?”

With a poker face, Keegan replied, “I don’t know!”

“Does he usually like to wear dark–colored clothes or light–colored clothes?”

“I’m not sure.”

Stella frowned and said, “You don’t even know this much? So much for being childhood friends.”

Keegan snappishly said, “I don’t have a hobby of observing guys. Pick up your pace. Grandma is waiting.”

He went ahead, ignoring Stella, as soon as he finished speaking.

He was afraid that the longer he stayed, the more he could not control himself from checking if she was just that dense.

Keegan had to wait for a full 20 minutes before he finally saw Stella coming down from the elevator and walking his way.

Baldwin drove over, picked up Stella, and drove out of the underground parking lot.

Still fuming from what happened at the mall, Keegan ignored her gaze since she entered the car.

Stella was already used to Keegan’s unusual temperament by now. Without a care, she took out a box from her bag and placed it on the passenger seat.

“Baldwin, this is for you. It’s a brand recommended by a doctor friend of mine. He said this knee guard is specially for those like you who had their joint replaced. It can reduce the burden on the joints, and it can even be worn at any time. Please use it and see if it’s a good fit for you.

Baldwin was at a loss for words. “That’s very generous of you.”

Stella waved her hands. “Grandma has totally been in your care. We, as the younger generation, would be at ease as long as you are healthy and could continue caring for her.”

She shook a box as she said, “This gelatin and two boxes of facial masks are for Corrin. Remember to give these to her for me.”

Keegan glanced at her. ‘Turns out, she was buying gifts for other people. No wonder she was up there for so long.‘

“Who else did you buy a gift for?”