Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 34

Amber froze in shock.

She couldn’t understand why Kevan had transformed in a split second from being. caring and concerned about her wellbeing to being distant, arrogant, and

unapproachable.

“But–but why?” Her eyes filled with tears and her voice quivered.

However, at that moment, the only thing Kevan had eyes for was the gradually disappearing car in the distance. He did not hear Amber’s question at all, nor did he realize that Dylan’s car had stopped beside him.

It wasn’t until a horn blared shrilly that he was pulled out of his trance. Pulling open the back door, he boarded the car, leaving Amber standing alone indignantly.

Dylan eyed the coat on Amber and teased, “That coat has to cost at least tens of thousands, right? And you gave it away without even giving it a second thought? Mr. Rogers, if you’re so rich, how about you increase my year–end bonuses just a tiny bit more.”

Kevan’s brows remained knitted as he brushed away the nonexistent dirt on his arms. “Dirty. So dirty.” His tone was filled with disgust.

Dylan clicked his tongue and remarked jokingly, “From now on, if I see any article of clothing of yours that suits my taste, I’ll just come over and touch them a few times.”

Kevan sneered coldly. “I’d rather throw them in the garbage bin downstairs than give them to you.”

you’re so smart,

Kevan’s expression froze.

in a low voice, he said, “If there’s any piece of my clothes that you want, just tell me. I’ll buy you a new one.”

laughing. It was fortunate that he managed to stop the

the first time since he had met Kevan that he had come out victorious in their

on tight to Larissa as his

guard let that mistress in right in front of Larissa. You even

in concern as

incident earlier.

Larissa’s car almost immediately. Kevan had only gone

of Larissa misunderstanding his intentions?

pursued his lips. “No,” he

her not even sparing him a single glance.

done–helping Amber out and giving her his coat to keep her warm.

chest felt

that despite that one absurd night she’d had

were his own decisions

of warm milk. Her previously tense nerves from her

time. It was past 9 pm

had no project deadlines he was rushing to meet, he would’ve