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

let alone

hurts, you must tell me! Larissa reminded him. She was truly worried about

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

“I didn’t see anything. Just

before realizing Dyler’s misunderstanding. She shouted after him. “Dylan, come back here”

a sandwich in one hand and a cup of coffee in

the top earlier. “You

on his shirt leisurely after Larissa 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.

Dylan. “Have Howie order some

was Kevan’s

Larissa. “Didn’t you say that Lana came all the way here to express her gratitude to Kevan? Since I have coffee and

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

Lana personally cooked lunch for him? Dylan pouted with a straw between his lips. “She’s playing favorites between us!”

spoke nonchalantly, “At least yours

took a sip of coffee and nodded in

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!”

Inside were the insulated lunch box and

resisted the urge to call Lana up and question her about

containers.