Doreen marched up to him, demanding, “Keegan, who is she? Are you two-timing Rosalynn?”

Just as Keegan was about to defend himself, an idea popped into his head.

He casually draped his arm over Deanna's shoulder, saying, “As you can see, I'm just like any other guy. I cheat too. You might want to reconsider your pursuit."

Doreen had always praised him for his honesty.

Perhaps if she discovered he was just like any other man, she would stop chasing him.

Doreen's eyes darted between Keegan and Deanna, her disbelief apparent.

“No way, Keegan. You're playing some cruel joke, right? And you, who are you? Why are you cozying up to Keegan?”

Before Deanna could even utter a word, Keegan's grip around her tightened.

"Don't bother about who she is. As you can see, she outshines you in beauty and elegance. This is the type of women I prefer. Even if I don't choose Rosalynn, I'd only consider a woman like her for a girlfriend.”

Doreen's face was a storm cloud. She glared at Deanna, a searing hostility in her eyes.

Keegan wanted nothing more than to escape the entire situation.

"We have important matters to attend to and must take our leave now.

Perhaps it's time you return to your work.”

After these words, he escorted Deanna to his car, opened the door for her and nudged her into the passenger seat.

As he slid into the driver's seat and watched Doreen storm off in a fit of rage, he exhaled a sigh of relief.

She had finally left.

Had he successfully shaken off Doreen?

He glanced over at Deanna in the passenger seat.

Given he'd used her as a pawn just now, he felt a pang of guilt.

“I apologize—" he began, but his words were cut short by a sharp slap.

Slowly turning his head, he looked at Deanna, his surprise tinged with irritation.

"Why did you hit me?"