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

off- chance that they might really leave their son behind. If something really happened to Travis because of his treatment being halted, she would be subject to public criticism -after all, she was not divorced from

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

accusation was rather unwarranted and a

it at once. “I’m

with anger, and her bright eyes were filled with discontent aimed

slowly relaxed as the tension in his body melted

if you aren’t.” His voice sounded calmer. “Stop bothering with any

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Chap 47

your former husband,” he

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

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

did that happen?”

Shit!

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

it’s time to return the gown,

trying to understand the industry. The gown she was wearing right now probably cost a few hundred thousand dollars. Silently calculating the amount

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

say, everything you’re wearing right now is