Sweet Subterfuge

Larissa split up with her assistant manager at the elevator doors. Her assistant manager followed her instructions and went to the lobby on the first floor, while she returned to her office on the topmost floor.

Aster was probably tired from playing because he had fallen asleep on the sofa. Her office did not have any blankets prepared. Afraid that he might catch a cold, Larissa woke him up by patting his cheek.

“Let’s go home.”

She saved all her documents before shutting her computer down. Then, she went downstairs again while holding Aster’s hand. She had called the driver beforehand, so when they left the hotel, the car was already parked at the main entrance.

Larissa got into the car and was just about to shut the door when a hand shot out from nowhere and gripped the frame of the car firmly.

“Wait.” Kevan used his other hand to pull open the door, letting out a faint, apologetic smile under Larissa’s surprised stare. “I drank some alcohol and am unable to drive. If it’s convenient, could you take me along with you?”

It was convenient as they lived in the same residential area. If Larissa refused, she might make her negative response toward him a little too obvious. So, she nodded and said, “Sure.”

“Thanks.” Kevan sat in the passenger seat. He then asked in a nonchalant manner, “Didn’t Aster go to school today?”

suddenly heard Aster say, “Mommy and I went to watch a movie a few days ago and were nearly hit by a car. Mommy was traumatized and dared not to drive. She can’t send me to

Larissa cursed internally.

wretched child. Why on earth did he just

she expected, Kevan’s expression became rather grim. Frowning, he asked,

not looking where he was driving, so

in a mild

and give up driving, and she would most certainly not bring Aster with

said. “Drunk driving is

hitting us again, so I

nodded. “That’s a shame,

to Dylan’s home.

are you back already? Dylan was rather surprised. ‘Is the game all

the bush with him and held out his hand. “Give me