Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 149

The massage oil had a strong pungent medicated scent that was rather repulsive.

Kevan’s first thought was to get up, but Larissa’s warm touch on his back was so comfort ng that he decided to put up with the

unpleasant smell

Kevan closed his eyes and bit his lower lip instinctively, restraining himself from all thoughts of trying to escape.

The expression on his lace twisted into a grimace, making Larissa think that she had applied too much force. She carefully reduced the

pressure on his back

“Does it hurt?” she asked Kevan

Kevan shook his head, “It doesn’t hurt at all”

He had survived worse injuries, such as getting shot at er stabbed with a knife. A massage from her was nothing more than a mosquito

alone painful.

me! Larissa reminded him. She

and entered Kevan’s office. Immediately after, he saw Kevan hall- naked on the sola with Larissa bent over

a hurry. “I didn’t see

misunderstanding. She shouted after him. “Dylan,

settled comfortably on the sofa, holding a sandwich in one hand and a cup of coffee in

over the top earlier. “You guys were in such a compromising position.

putting on his shirt leisurely after Larissa covered the bruise with some gauze. He shot a disapproving glance at Dylan, suppressing his frustration

“Have Howie order some takeout

was Kevan’s assistant.

Lana came all the way here to express her gratitude to Kevan? Since I have coffee and sandwiches, surely he

That’s why he asked her to go back to the hotel

Dylan pouted with a straw between his lips. “She’s

Hands in his pockets, Kevan spoke nonchalantly, “At least yours is

of coffee and nodded in acknowledgment, and his mood

in the trash bin pulside the presidential office. Could it be your sister’s?” Dylan gave Kevan a side–eye. “Did you say something nasty to her? She must have been so lulous to throw away

you!”

easily. Inside were the

the urge to call Lana up and question her about the lood. Silently,

containers.