Sweet Subterfuge

After dinner, Violet showed no intention of leaving. Larissa, who needed to rest and recover, went to bed promptly at 8.30 pm every night as Kevan wouldn’t allow her to stay up even for a minute longer.

Once Larissa was asleep. Violet turned off the TV, patted the empty space beside her, and beckoned Kevan to come over.

“Come and sit here. I want to talk to you.”

Kevan sat down with a puzzled expression. His mother’s serious expression made him feel a bit uneasy.

“What is it?”

“When do you and Larissa plan to have children? Violetasked without beating around the bush.

prepared at all hence he was

he answered,

too much weight. He had originally planned to wait until his family fully accepted Larissa before bringing it up. By that time, even if they weren’t happy about it they wouldn’t have the idea of making him give up on Larissa. But he

didn’t want his mother to

said, taking all the responsibility

shock, “Do you know what

agitation. “I don’t like children.

young to understand Violet shook her head. “Your father used to have the same thoughts as you. He thought children were troublesome and noisy, and gave him a headache! But he wasn’t as extreme as you. He just discussed it with me, saying that we should wait a little longer to have children. I pretended to agree, but later I used a needle to poke holes in all the condoms in

you. He had much more

hearing about the secret of his birth

because you don’t like them now. I think. Violet pondered for a moment and proposed a solution. “You can discuss it with Larissa and start by raising a pet first. Once you get used to the feeling of being a