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.

in acknowledgment. “Did you have breakfast yet?” she continued.

He stared straight ahead.

from the paper bag by her

seeds,

disliked eating out, so she made breakfast

want it sweeter, I brought along honey, raisins, and dried

the brakes upon hearing her words and

will do,”

him the thermos.

I’ll get you the spoon at once.” She bent down again as she spoke and took out a brand–new spoon from the paper

right before I came

as she

pressed his tongue against the roof of his

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thermos on his

the fragrance of the oatmeal wafted through his nostrils along

within. He couldn’t resist the urge to dig in immediately.

scooped up a

mouth.

as well, and he could taste the aromatic fragrance of the cardamom, the creaminess of the milk, and the distinct flavor of the roasted sunflower seeds along with the slight

particularly picky tastes. Even though he had no problem forcing himself to stomach even the most unappetizing food, the ones he wholeheartedly regarded as “delicious” were truly rare. Larissa’s oatmeal

him think of