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.

hair was also left unstyled, falling flat

was a little surprised. But

paper bag he had been

he turned

only saw his reddened ears. She opened the paper bag and saw that it was full of

did not buy these clothes in

were unquestionably bought 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

when she

she did not have

with the loose powder that she always carried

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

they turned to her

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

the skirt and lowered her head so that her hair could hide her

to finish his sentence. “Looks pretty

not answer, and Kevan asked,

gaze, Larissa looked up. Kevan’s brows were furrowed,

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

patted the empty seat next to him, which was between him and Kevan. Larissa was a

“Go on. Sit.”

only sat down carefully after Kevan

Seymour. Perhaps you could move over there a little?” Dylan

course!” Larissa immediately

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

could move, Kevan

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

so that there was a crack of space between her

had something

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