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

hurts, you must tell me! Larissa reminded him. She

saw Kevan hall- naked on the sola with

“I didn’t see anything. Just

Dyler’s misunderstanding. She shouted after

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

for being so over the top earlier. “You

at Dylan, suppressing his frustration at being interrupted during his private moment

Howie order

Kevan’s assistant.

to Kevan? Since I have coffee and sandwiches, surely he would have something for lunch? By the way, I haven’t seen your sister. Where is

Mr. Rogers’s taste. That’s why he asked her to go

for him? Dylan pouted with a straw between his

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

took a sip of coffee and nodded

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

you!”

to Dylan’s lip, Larissa found the bag easily. Inside were the

question her about the lood. Silently, Larissa discarded the untouched food

containers.