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.

His hair was also left unstyled, falling flat against

and about, he was a little surprised. But that was only shown through a slightly

up.” He tossed a paper bag he had been carrying onto the bed. “Dylan has something to

turned

and saw that it

Kevan’s composure earlier, he definitely did not buy these clothes in person—he probably

by a typical man. Because other than lingerie, there were only a few pink dresses in the bag, and they had the kind of lace that made women look like

when she was still in elementary school,

have any other choice.

the plainest dress she could find, Larissa changed and patted her neck with the loose powder that she

in the living room. They sat on opposite ends

Shields, Mr. Rogers,” she greeted them, and they turned to her at the

desperately tried to stifle his laughter. His fist covered his mouth as he choked out, “This dress…”

her head

some time before Dylan managed to finish

not answer, and Kevan asked, “You don’t like it?”

Kevan’s brows were furrowed, and he seemed a little

once. “It looks pretty good.” Only then did Kevan’s

him, which was between him and Kevan. Larissa was a little

“Go on. Sit.”

carefully after Kevan

Perhaps you could

of course!” Larissa

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

move, Kevan pinned her

revealed nothing. But she could tell that he was not

her arm a little so that there was a crack

Dylan, Larissa asked, “You had something to

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