Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 95

He seemed to be calling out for someone, and that name was exactly the same as her nickname.

Larissa’s heart rate accelerated.

She clutched her chest and straightened her body. “Don’t overthink. Do not overthink-”

There were so many people in this world that shared the same name as her. Who knew which one of those

people he was calling out for?

As if he were trapped in a nightmare, Kevan’s brows knitted even tighter, his expression becoming increasingly panicked.

“Lari, don’t go!” He almost shouted this with all of his remaining strength, his voice pitiful and desperate.

Larissa had never seen him look so fragile before. Suddenly, she felt a little sad for him as well, her heart

wringing with pain.

Kevan’s arms emerged from below the covers and flailed about the bed. His fingers clenched and unclenched,

as if he were trying to search for something around him.

Instinctively, Larissa reached out.

As soon as Kevan’s hands touched hers, he caught her arm and squeezed it, the mere force of it so strong that

thought he was about

the cry of pain that

brows relaxed gradually and his breathing changed from his initial

against the headboard and wiped away the sweat on his

of fear and unease from the unknown dream he was having. but there was also that unmistakable satisfaction that filled her chest

The doorbell rang.

called

her hands from his grip, but every time she shifted in the slightest, Kevan’s grip

tightened.

he murmured.

few more times, and she even forcefully tried

doorbell continued ringing–again and again, its frequency more and more

could think of no way to handle the

an idea flashed past her mind. She leaned closer and whispered in his ear, “I’m not leaving,”

Chapter 95

if he was sleeping, he could still answer her.

his nose, his appearance downcast.

heart melted into

resenting the Lari he’d been calling for all this while.

on his actions, she must have

softened. “Really, I’ll just go get the door. I’ll be right

lay unmoving, not saying a

girl coquettishly seeking his attention. “Be good, will you?”

was told.

before letting

change his mind, so she sprinted