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.

you

stared straight

to eat?” Larissa retrieved a thermos from the paper bag by her feet. “I made oatmeal with

sunflower seeds, and milk.”

knew that Kevan disliked eating out,

sweeter, I brought along honey, raisins, and dried cranberries as

pressed the brakes upon hearing her words and stopped the car by

do,” he told her.

him the thermos.

I’ll get you the spoon at once.” She bent down again as she spoke and

only yesterday and washed it right before I

unusually docile as she smiled sweetly

the roof of his mouth

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thermos on

removed the lid, the fragrance of the oatmeal wafted through his nostrils

couldn’t resist the

up a spoonful

mouth.

to perfection–it was not too thick, nor too watery. The proportions of its contents blended together beautifully as well, and he could taste the aromatic fragrance of the cardamom, the

no problem forcing himself to stomach even the most unappetizing food, the ones he wholeheartedly regarded as “delicious” were truly rare. Larissa’s oatmeal happened to be

made him think