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.

said, “If there’s any piece of my clothes that you want, just

out laughing. It was fortunate that he managed to stop the car

met Kevan that he had come

Larissa as his bounty from there onward

mistress in right in front of Larissa. You even gave her your own

intentions?” Dylan asked in

incident earlier.

of them recognized Larissa’s car almost immediately. Kevan had only gone down

Larissa misunderstanding his intentions?

pursued his lips. “No,” he

of…was her not even sparing

witnessed all that Kevan had done–helping Amber out and giving her his

chest felt tight.

aware that despite that one absurd night she’d had with Kevan,

kindness to were his own decisions and were independent of how she felt

on the couch and gulped down half a cup of warm

glanced at the time. It was past 9 pm

was rushing to meet, he would’ve gotten off work by