Sweet Subterfuge

Everyone looked over–Kevan included. The moment his gaze landed on her, his eyes widened slightly in surprise. But soon, he calmly let out a faint smile.

Larissa ignored his gesture of goodwill and quickly averted her gaze to the producer next to him.

“Hello, Mr. Hart!” She went over and held out her hand toward him,

Zack Hart knew her. When the production crew of “Time of Childhood” first came to the hotel Larissa had personally gone to meet with him. “Ms. Seymour, hit He stood up and shook her hand.

Their joined hands just happened to be in front of Kevan’s eyes. He pressed his lips together for a couple of seconds as he forced down his displeasure and raised an eyebrow before asking. “Ms. Seymour?”

Zack quickly introduced her to him. “This is Ms. Seymour, the general manager of the Winston Hotel.”

Kevan rose up gracefully and intercepted Larissa’s hand, his eyes slightly narrowed with a teasing hint in them, “Hello, Ms. Seymour.”

His ever–cold hand caused Larissa to shiver. She did her best to maintain her calmness as she replied in a low voice. “Hello, Mr. Rogers.”

her hand, but Kevan’s lingers tightened around hers, His scorching gaze fixed on her, Kevan asked, “Ms.

know you, Mr. Rogers? You’re the

finished speaking, a series of gasps sounded from around her. One could hear the muttering coming over from a few other tables nearby. “Is

handsome? I

pic and upload that to Instagram!! We’re eating with the fucking president of Microworks! This will probably be the only chance that we can do that

“I guess there are quite a few

little embarrassed. But thankfully, Kevan did not say anything else. He let go of her hand and sat down again. Larissa clenched her hand into a fist as if she could still feel the residual temperature left behind

she pulled a smile onto her face, thanks to her

wine to help liven things up. I hope you won’t find it too blasé.” Larissa got a waiter to

enjoyable dinner! She tipped the

the restaurant’s atmosphere

tried to get her and her assistant manager to stay behind for dinner, but Larissa naturally relused his offer firmly. “We still need to get back to work. Perhaps I treat you

There was still a lot of work that she needed