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.

must tell me! Larissa reminded him. She was truly worried about his injury.

opened the door and entered Kevan’s office. Immediately after, he saw Kevan hall- naked on the sola with Larissa bent over him. Naturally, his mind

turned around in a hurry. “I didn’t

misunderstanding. She

in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He was at ease, as if he

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

covered the bruise with some gauze. He shot a disapproving glance at Dylan, suppressing his frustration at being interrupted during his private moment with Larissa. “TII take you to the lounge,” he

“Have Howie

Kevan’s

here to express her gratitude to Kevan? Since I have coffee and sandwiches, surely he would have something for lunch? By the way,

taste. That’s why he asked her to go back

Lana personally cooked lunch for him? Dylan pouted with a straw between

Kevan spoke nonchalantly, “At least yours is still edible.”

took a sip of coffee and nodded in

saw a bag containing a lunch box inside. It’s 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 the lood she made for

you!”

were the insulated lunch box and thermos she lent to

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

containers.