Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 90

Larissa received many congratulations for her successful attempt at defending her honor and vindicating herself.

The general manager called her as well and informed her that he was appealing directly to his superiors for her reinstatement and that she would most probably be able to return to work at the Regal Dynasty the week after.

Larissa thanked him.

On Saturday morning, Larissa received a call from Kevan.

He was already waiting for her downstairs.

Larissa didn’t want to make him wait for too long, so she merely changed into a set of new clothes without tidying herself up or putting on makeup. She left the house after that.

Kevan was the only one in the car, so Larissa naturally sat in the passenger’s seat.

“Is Dylan not coming with us?” she asked.

Kevan’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel.

The first thing she asked about was Dylan–how maddening.

“He’s not coming.” he replied coldly.

hummed in acknowledgment. “Did you have

He stared

to eat?” Larissa retrieved a thermos from the paper bag by her

sunflower seeds,

that Kevan disliked eating out, so she

sweeter, I brought along honey, raisins,

brakes upon hearing her words and stopped the car by the

do,”

handed him the

the lid yourself? I’ll get you the spoon at once.” She bent down again as she spoke and took out a

and washed it right before I came down. You can rest assured that

as she

tongue against the roof of

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thermos on his

the fragrance of the oatmeal wafted through his nostrils along with the warmth

the

the spoon she handed him and scooped up

mouth.

the aromatic fragrance of the cardamom, the creaminess of the milk, and the distinct flavor of the roasted sunflower seeds along with the slight

stomach even the most unappetizing food, the ones he wholeheartedly

think of the past-