Sweet Subterfuge

“Such as…” Dylan’s smile became sly as his gaze shifted over to Kevan. “Having good relations with Mr. Rogers here and having him help out in dealing with them.”

Larissa’s ballooning anticipation burst like Dylan had punctured it with a needle.

“Um…” She glanced furtively at Kevan, who seemed completely indifferent. “It’s better not to bother Mr. Rogers, right?”

Kevan spoke up at this time. “What, you don’t think I’m good enough for the task?” He gazed at her with a half-smile on his face.

Larissa quickly explained. “Of course not. You’re a busy man, Mr. Rogers. How could I trouble you with something insignificant like that? Besides, I’ve only known you for a few days…”

She did not know which part of her words had ruffled Kevan’s feathers.

“Indeed.” Kevan’s smile got a little bigger, but his gaze became cold. “How could you trouble me with something as trivial as this? However—” His words suddenly took a turn. “You did me a big favor yesterday, I should repay you somehow. Why don’t you tell me what you need me to do?”

“That won’t be necessary.” Larissa did not hesitate to refuse him. “You’ve helped me to this morning. We’re even. Neither of us owes each other anything.”

Kevan still had that half-smile on his face. “Are you sure, Ms. Seymour? After this, the deal’s off.”

The moment he finished speaking, Larissa said, “I’m sure.”

“Very well.” Kevan looked away and lifted his wine glass. He tilted his head back, and the dark red liquid seeped into his mouth. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped down the wine.

Larissa had just glanced over casually, but Kevan’s amazingly symmetrical face as well as his languid sensuality actually made her stare. Her mouth went dry, and she could not help but swallow.

Although Kevan did not notice her losing her composure, Dylan sure as hell did.

“Do you think Mr. Rogers is good-looking, Ms. Seymour?” His abrupt question shocked Larissa back to reality.

looked at him as calmly as she could.

his question, and Kevan turned to

out

least she was not

asked, “Then do you

had Larissa stumped. She did like Kevan’s face, but… that

and gave a vague answer. “What woman wouldn’t like a man like

was not the

but said, “Of course I do.” Her

Kevan knew that she was just being

so much…” He waved the waiter over. “The same wine as before. Another bottle,

really wanted to know if it was too late to

…

the only thing Larissa could do was drink as much as she could. The more she drank, the less she would lose. As a result, she ended up in a drunken

When she got drunk, she would not make a scene nor cause trouble, but would instead stare

out to her. “Ms.

minutes, Larissa only responded with a questioning hum that was dragged out. Her expression was blank, and her head was tilted to one side as if she were

and teased Kevan. “The way your Lyssa looks right now could really incite criminal

him a cold look and did

rubbed his nose sheepishly and wisely shut himself up.

But she did not understand anything he just

subconsciously stuck out her tongue and

was pulled into an embrace that

Kevan slipped his other arm under her knees and

treat,” he said to Dylan before walking out

at his retreating silhouette, Dylan huffed with a pout. “Jackass. I see how it

…

went straight to his room.