Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

"Stella." Keegan turned to look at her, his throat tightening as he struggled for words.
"When did you order it?" "Probably when you stayed up half the night, sneaking into the storage room to check on the ‘ugly
thing'," Stella smirked.
"I thought to myself, poor thing, like a little puppy.
So, I thought I'd pamper you." Keegan chuckled, but tears welled up in his eyes.
He reached out and hugged Stella tightly, remaining silent fora long time, though Stella could feel him trembling slightly.
She gently patted his back, lightening the mood.
"You don't have to be so touched.
I used your money, remember? DC is such an old fox; he asked for an exorbitant price." Keegan was speechless.
After the emotional moment, Stella spoke softly, "Back then, when your mom said the thing was broken by me, did you ever
doubt me? tt In reality, it was Dahlia who first told Keegan about the "ugly thing " being smashed, but according to Dahlia, Stella
was the culprit.
Keegan didn't pursue the matter then, but Stella always had a nagging feeling that Keegan believed Dahlia.
Keegan shook his head.
Stella was moved.
"You believed me then?" Keegan said, "There's surveillance on the machine." Stella's smile froze slightly at the corners of her
mouth, the emotion dissipating.
Keegan held her tighter.
"How could I not trust you? Even when you're angry, you pick the cheapest cup at home to smash.
How could you bring yourself to break it?" Stella felt a mix of pleasure and discomfort.
So, it wasn't that he trusted her words, but her thorough way of handling things.

"Keegan." Stella called softly.
Keegan grunted in response.
Stella closed her eyes and after a while said, "I don't understand Morse code." Keegan was puzzled.
Stella continued, "So, could you please just apologize directly in the future? You even wrote a code for me to decipher.
It took me three years to realize that the dots and dashes on that bottle spelled out 'sorry' in Morse code! Were you worried I'd
actually decode it?" Keegan was rendered speechless.
If it hadn't been for her previous exposure to Morse code during filming and recognizing those familiar dots and dashes, she
wouldn't have known Keegan had apologized in this way.
No wonder he came to her in the middle of the night; when she took the bottle of water, he probably thought she had accepted
his apology.
Keegan hadn't said anything yet, and Vermont was already joking, "Stella, he turned writing Morse code into an exam for you.
Do you know when we were in school how he said 'Happy Birthday' to me? He wrote me a bunch of advanced differential
equations to plot Y, and I didn't even know how to solve them.
Where was I supposed to get help?" In the end, Marshall helped me figure it out.
Only then did I realize that after solving those Y's, the overlapping parts of the graphs formed an image of a cake with twenty
candles! Who even comes up with stuff like that? I feel like he wasn't wishing me well; he was dissing my intelligence."