Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 11

When Larissa opened her eyes, she was still rather out of it.

Even so, she could recognize that she was in Room 8888, the place where she had been “fortunate” enough to have spent that fateful night with Kevan.

Shock and fear chasing away the last bit of tiredness in her bones, Larissa lifted a corner of the sheets—

She was not naked like she thought she would be. However, her current state of dress was not that much better either. The clothes she wore yesterday were gone. They were replaced by a high-end silk dressing gown that the hotel had custom-made for high-profile guests.

Moreover, the concealer on her neck was gone too, revealing deep red kiss marks.

She could not remember what happened last night and dared not try to recall the events.

She was alone in the huge king-sized bed, the space beside her empty. The pillows were stacked neatly at the head of the bed, and the sheets were neat apart from the side that she slept in.

Larissa did not know if Kevan had already left the room or if he had not even slept here last night. She sure hoped it was the latter.

The bathroom door was open, and there was no one inside. The hamper was filled with clothes, however. The ones on the top were Kevan’s, and the ones at the bottom were hers. The sight of their clothes muddled together had a rather suggestive vibe.

Larissa immediately gave up the idea of picking up the soiled clothes. After freshening up, Larissa decided to wear a set of Kevan’s clothes just like she did the previous time.

She had just opened the wardrobe when the bedroom door swung open.

Startled, Larissa slammed the wardrobe door shut, which caused it to bounce twice before settling closed.

Kevan was the one who entered the room.

he was wearing a simple, casual outfit. His hair

he was a little surprised. But that was only shown through a slightly raised

up.” He tossed a paper bag he had been carrying

turned and

bag and saw that it was full of womenswear—there were even three sets of

not buy these clothes in person—he probably had not even seen them before.

in the bag,

when she was still

not have any other

and patted her neck with the loose powder that she always carried in her bag. She barely managed to cover the kiss marks

Dylan were in the living room. They sat on opposite ends of the sofa.

Rogers,” she greeted them, and they turned

fist covered his mouth as he choked out,

her head so that her hair could

some time before Dylan managed to finish

Kevan asked, “You don’t like

Kevan’s brows were furrowed, and he seemed

looks pretty good.” Only then did Kevan’s expression brighten

to him, which was

“Go on. Sit.”

down carefully

Ms. Seymour. Perhaps you could move over there a

Larissa

for three. She had originally been sitting squarely in the middle and would not have touched anyone. But now that she had moved, she ended up sitting rather close to Kevan. Recalling what Dylan said to her about Kevan hating bodily contact with others, she immediately apologized to him and said, “Forgive me, Mr. Rogers, I’d better

move, Kevan pinned her down.

his face revealed nothing.

ease. She moved her arm a little so that there was

to Dylan, Larissa asked, “You had something to say to me,

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