The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

It was Keen's first time here, and everything about the place intrigued him.

Stella had prepared a room just for him.

Her apartment was spacious; besides her own bedroom, and the ones reserved for Abby Murphy and Marvin, there were still two empty rooms left.

When she finished making up the guest room, Stella found Keen sitting quietly on the living room couch, lost in thought.

She walked over and asked, "What would you like for dinner tonight? I'll cook something for you."

Keen snapped out of his daze. "Your hand is hurt, Mom. You shouldn't be cooking. Let's just order takeout instead."

As he spoke, something seemed to occur to him. He turned to Stella and said, "Mom, that ointment I gave you isn't just for scars. It helps with swelling and bruises, too."

Eager to be helpful, Keen added, "Let me put some on your hand."

Stella didn't refuse. She took the ointment Keen had given her out of her bag.

Keen tried to recall the instructions Mr. Richards had told him, and then gently applied the ointment to the scrape on Stella's arm.

A faint, soothing fragrance slowly filled the room.

Stella had studied medicine for a while, so she could tell at a glance that the ointment was of excellent quality.

your father give this to

"No, I bought

Stella didn't press further.

O'Brien Group, President's Office.

Richards reported Karl's situation to

saying Karl was stripped naked and dumped

him up a bit, but apparently

eyes turned cold. "Sellers will probably pin this

is one thing,

up his teacup and

way they can trace this back to us. And judging by what happened, Karl's made plenty of enemies.

"And even if they do suspect us, so what? Are

to be afraid of

now?" vel

was low. "I'm not worried about Karl. What

me is

to blame, he might

Foreman replied, his

him. "And how can you be

hand paused on the cup, a fleeting