Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 67

As for the second question…

“I was going to tell you, but Ms. Davis said you went to the backyard…” Larissa

thought about it before deciding not to tell him what else Sharon had told her. “I did not want to disturb you.”

Hearing this, Kevan frowned so deeply that the creases in his forehead could probably kill a fly.

“Why do you need to pay for your former husband’s medical fees? Where is his family?”

The moment this was brought up, Larissa got angry. “His parents ran off without him. The nurse could only contact me.”

“They only dared run off precisely because they knew you would come.” Kevan laughed coldly. “Larissa, tell me, is your brain waterlogged?”

Larissa reacted very quickly. This was Kevan insulting her for being an idiot!

Although she was mad, she knew that he was right.

if they’d really leave their son behind.”

competing with Travis‘ parents on who could be more ruthless, but considering their characters… She was afraid of that off- chance that they might really leave their son behind. If something really happened to Travis because of his

because you can’t bear to leave your former husband behind?” Kevan’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous, wintry glint in them. “Even if he had hurt you, betrayed you, and stolen the only asset you had as well as nearly leaving you homeless, you are still committed to

accusation was rather unwarranted and

once.

anger, and her bright eyes were filled with discontent

tension in his

you aren’t.” His voice sounded calmer. “Stop

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Chap 47

husband,” he ordered.

the cold seemed to be automatically blocked off from the outside. Larissa removed the jacket and returned it to Kevan.

wine stain on her bosom, Kevan recalled the incident that Sharon told him

that happen?” he asked.

Shit!

automatically covered her chest, but eventually let her hands fall in dejection after Kevan’s cool

said, “When it’s time to return the gown, ask Vivian how much this costs. I’ll pay

from trying to understand the industry. The gown she was wearing

After paying for it, she would have to live off bread and

already paid for the dress. Or I should say, everything you’re wearing right now is mine,”