The last thing he wanted was to live off his wife.

"Well, the soup is all yours. I'm heading out.”

Doreen tossed her hair back, gave Keegan a sly wink, and strutted away in her stylish high heels.

Keegan watched Doreen walk away. His sense of helplessness only grew stronger in that moment.

“Why is Doreen so difficult to handle?" he muttered to himself, frustration evident in his voice.

“Keegan, don't you like her?" Deanna asked, noticing Keegan's distress.

"What do you think?" Keegan sighed and placed the thermos on the table.

Deanna blinked.

"Well, if you truly don't like her, I can pretend to be your girlfriend.”

Keegan was stunned by her offer; he stared at her for a brief moment, then waved his hand dismissively.

"No need, thanks.”

He couldn't afford to upset either of them. Both ladies posed a challenge to him.

“I'm being kind enough to help you. Why are you refusing me?" Deanna protested, dissatisfaction lacing her words.

Keegan tried to explain himself, his tone earnest.

"I didn't realize you were Brian's sister at first. If I had known your true identity earlier, how could I have used you as an excuse? You're even more influential than Doreen. If I used you as an excuse, people would still label me living off a woman."

His complexion was fair, and he stood tall. A touch of artistic pride gleamed in his eyes.

As Deanna looked at him, she sensed the remnants of her own prejudice slowly fading away.

“Well then, let's forget it. I'm feeling hungry now."

Keegan glanced at her and inquired, “What do you feel like eating?"

“I'LL eat whatever you're having."

“I'm in the mood for fast food." hat about the soup that Doreen sent? Don't you want to have some?"

‘m not a fan of soup. Would you Like to have it?"