Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 25

“I’m fine,” Larissa said.

“But your shoulder-” He glanced at her swollen right shoulder.

“I injured my shoulder about a week ago. My shoulder was refractured because I’d been hit by a bag, not because of you or your car,” she explained.

The man’s expression did not relax. “Did the doctor prescribe any medication for you? I can go get it for you.”

Larissa shook her head.

“So, can you walk? Do you need me to help you? It’s so congested outside right now, trying to call a cab won’t be an easy feat. How about I send you home.”

His eagerness made her wary. “It’s fine,” she repeated, searching for another excuse. “I’ll call my friend to come and get me.”

Sensing the distance and resistance in her tone, the man defended himself hurriedly. “Don’t get me wrong, I have no intentions of taking advantage of you or anything like that! I’m just worried about you getting home alone in your condition. If you don’t want me to send you home, I’ll wait here with you until your friend arrives.”

Larissa cursed silently. She had no friends who could pick her up right there and

then.

two years ago. She hadn’t even been able to make it

before finally dialing Dylan’s

law firm in Covenford was still in the process of being established and hadn’t officially opened yet. Since he had no new cases to work on at the moment, he was rather free every day. Moreover, the Covenford branch of Microworks Corporation was just two streets away from the hospital. It wouldn’t be too much of

voice carried a hint of amusement. “Is there anything that I can

her assent. Hesitantly, she asked, “Is it convenient

you

to

“Why are you at

over the phone.

at the hospital very quickly.

Kevan was

stopped completely, Kevan had already jumped

turned and caught sight of a rapidly disappearing

comer of the lobby on the

men bevaguely recognized.

focused on Larisse. He examined her

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of relief and said. “Let’s go.

sew his usual cold and aloof face. It was only then that she realized

truly here

quickly. ‘Why are you here? Where’s

all the while standing on the tip of her