Sweet Subterfuge

“I was drugged. Originally, I wanted to get you to find a call girl for me, but you didn’t pick up my calls… When you came up, I couldn’t hold myself back anymore,” Kevan said as if his actions were justified, and there was no hint of regret on his face.

Larissa was not quite able to react at the moment, so she failed to respond to him.

Kevan swiftly turned away, avoiding eye contact with some guilt. He pulled open the bedside table drawer and retrieved a billfold. Then he drew out a card.

“This is my supplementary card. There’s no limit to it. Just swipe it whenever you want.” He handed the card to her. “Consider it compensation for last night.”

While he was saying all that, he stared at the bed, not really daring to look at her. His heart was pounding faster than it usually did, and he held his breath, listening attentively to Larissa’s movements.

Larissa had long since figured out that he was acting weird. Getting involved with him was her own choice. However, what he said earlier caused her fury to flare up.

What did he take her for?

“You’re quite generous, Mr. Rogers.” A mocking smile appeared on her face. “But we’re all adults here. This is nothing. Besides, not anyone can just sleep with someone like you. If you really want to do the math, I didn’t lose anything, in fact, I’ve gained something. So—” She pushed the card back at him. “You can keep this card, Mr. Rogers. I don’t need it.”

Keeping her eyes locked on Kevan’s dull gaze, Larissa sat up with the sheets wrapped around her. Her anger had turned into courage. She rested her chin on her hands and said tartly, “If you really want to compensate me, how about accompanying me a few more times?”

She thought that Kevan would get angry. He could even fire her in rage, but he did something completely unexpected.

After getting over his shock, Kevan raised an eyebrow and smiled somewhat playfully.

“Sure,” he said, “As long as you want it, I’ll oblige.”

…

practically ran away.

courage and underestimated

Room 8888, she almost crashed into

was no disapproval whatsoever. Only then did Larissa realize that it was the man who checked in with Kevan the day before

an air of approachability. He wore a pair of gilt-edged glasses, looking very much like a gentleman

to say hello. So, hi!” The man offered his hand to her. “My name is Dylan Shields. I’m a

If it were not for the fact that she was wearing Kevan’s big shirt, as well as having that red mark on her neck, she would definitely sit down and have a good talk with Dylan.

after two seconds. “I’m afraid that I have work, so I’ll take my

stopped her and pulled out a tin of ointment from his pocket. “This is for

Larissa was confused. “Why do I need

gestured to her right ankle. “Weren’t you hurt? You’ll heal faster

two nights ago had long since stopped hurting, but a dark red mark was left behind. Larissa did not expect Dylan to notice this—they had only met briefly in the hotel lobby after

Mr. Shields.” She

you want to thank someone, thank Mr. Rogers. He bought this ointment yesterday when he went out, but it was left behind in my car. I have something I need him for, so I was just

got her medication?

changed into a fresh skirt suit before putting her hair up into a bun. Then she applied a thick layer of

if by doing that, she could erase everything that had happened last

burn cream onto the bed, staring at them as she carefully thought

her phone

dare hesitate and answered the call at once. Livie’s panicked voice came through the speaker as she said, “Ms. Seymour,

Larissa tensed

wait so you could confirm their

This behavior… They were definitely her weird in-laws. She quickly made her

bunch of people were entangled in a fight—or, more accurately, a

fuckers! Watchdogs! Do you even

up the fight with two subordinates. “Sir, ma’am,