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.

time, he was wearing a simple, casual outfit. His hair was also left unstyled, falling flat against his scalp.

was a little surprised. But that was

he had been carrying onto the bed. “Dylan has something to say

he turned

and saw that it was full of womenswear—there

these clothes in person—he probably had not even

were only a few pink dresses in the bag, and they had the kind of lace that made women look like

it 20 years ago when she was still

have any

Larissa changed and patted her neck with the loose powder that she always

Dylan were in the living room. They sat on

Mr. Rogers,” she greeted them, and they turned to

desperately tried to stifle his laughter. His fist covered his mouth as he

and lowered her head so that

some time before Dylan managed to finish his sentence. “Looks pretty good.”

and Kevan asked, “You don’t

Larissa looked up. Kevan’s brows were

she nodded at once. “It looks pretty good.” Only then did Kevan’s expression brighten

seat next to him, which

“Go on. Sit.”

only sat down carefully after Kevan

little cramped, Ms. Seymour. Perhaps you could move over there a little?”

of course!” Larissa immediately

close to Kevan. Recalling what Dylan said to her about Kevan hating bodily contact with others, she

before she could move, Kevan pinned her down.

fine.” His tone was mild, and his face revealed nothing. But she

arm a little so that there was

something to say

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