Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 149

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Chapter 149

The massage oil had a strong pungent medicated scent that was rather repulsive.

Kevan’s first thought was to get up, but Larissa’s warm touch on his back was so comfort ng that he

decided to put up with the unpleasant smell

Kevan closed his eyes and bit his lower lip instinctively, restraining himself from all thoughts of trying to

escape.

The expression on his lace twisted into a grimace, making Larissa think that she had applied too much

force. She carefully reduced the pressure on his back

“Does it hurt?” she asked Kevan

Kevan shook his head, “It doesn’t hurt at all”

He had survived worse injuries, such as getting shot at er stabbed with a knife. A massage from her

was nothing more than a mosquito bite, let alone painful.

“If it hurts, you must tell me! Larissa reminded him. She was truly worried about his injury.

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Coincidentally, Cyan heard this sentence when he opened the door and entered Kevan’s office.

Immediately after, he saw Kevan hall- naked on the sola with Larissa bent over him. Naturally, his mind

went into the gutter.

“Sorry!” Dylan turned around in a hurry. “I didn’t see anything. Just carry on.”

Larissa froze for a moment before realizing Dyler’s misunderstanding. She shouted after him. “Dylan,

come back here”

Once he grasped the situation. Dylan settled comfortably on the sofa, holding a sandwich in one hand

and a cup of coffee in the other. He was at ease, as if he was in his own home.

“It’s not my fault” Cylan defended himself for being so over the top earlier. “You guys were in such a

compromising position. Anyone would have misunderstood!”

Kevan was putting on his shirt leisurely after Larissa covered the bruise with some gauze. He shot a

disapproving glance at Dylan, suppressing his frustration at being interrupted during his private

moment with Larissa. “TII take you to the lounge,” he said to Larissa.

Then, he turned to Dylan. “Have Howie order some takeout for me.”

Howie was Kevan’s assistant.

“Takeout?” Dylan stared at Larissa. “Didn’t you say that Lana came all the way here to express her

gratitude to Kevan? Since I have coffee and sandwiches, surely he would have something for lunch?

By the way, I haven’t seen your sister. Where is she?”

“Lana’s cooking doesn’t suit Mr. Rogers’s taste. That’s why he asked her to go back to the hotel Larissa

explained,

“What? Lana personally cooked lunch for him? Dylan pouted with a straw between his lips. “She’s

playing favorites between us!”

“Be content,” Hands in his pockets, Kevan spoke nonchalantly, “At least yours is still edible.”

Dylan took a sip of coffee and nodded in acknowledgment, and his mood instantly ifted.

“Speaking of which, I saw a bag containing a lunch box inside. It’s in the trash bin pulside the

presidential office. Could it be your sister’s?” Dylan gave Kevan a side–eye. “Did you say something

nasty to her? She must have been so lulous to throw away the lood she made for you!”

Thanks to Dylan’s lip, Larissa found the bag easily. Inside were the insulated lunch box and thermos

she lent to Lana.

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She resisted the urge to call Lana up and question her about the lood. Silently, Larissa discarded the

untouched food and cleaned the containers.

While Larissa did all this, Kevan was standing next to her, He leaned against the wall of the restroom

watching her quiety.

“Are you angry? Suddenly, Kevan spoke up.

Larissa didn’t answer. Holding the containers, she brushed past him and walked oul.

Kevan’s eyes darkened, and he pressed his lips together in exasperation..

Larissa slept in Kevan’s lounge until evening fell

He had lent her his eye mask and earplugs. In addition, he had placed incense in the room to enhance

relaxation and promote better sleep. Larissa had never slept so soundly before in her life.

Unexpectedly, Kevan managed to leave work on time and drove Larissa to the restaurant they had

booked in the afternoon.

When they were looking at the menu, Larissa received a phone call from Lucas.

Before she could utter a word, he launched into a flurry of accusations. “Ms. Seymour, how could you

bring Nana to such dangerous places like a bar? I trusted you and entrusted Nana into your hands. Is

this how you take care of her? You really disappoint me!”

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