Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 465
Kevan put the popcom bucket in front of Aster and asked, “Want some?”
Aster promptly pushed it away. “Give it to Mommy! She’s crazy about this stuff.”
So. Kevan turned to Larissa, but she waved her hand and forced a smile. “I’m still stuffed. Can’t have another bite.”
“Oh, okay.” Kevan retrieved the popcom
Aster grew frustrated looking at their interaction, almost thumping his chest in annoyance. “Uncle Kevan Mommy’s just being polite! She’s not full at all” He grinned sweetly, showing no remorse for exposing his mom’s little lib.
Larissa shot him an angry glane, but he did not fear her as Kevan was on his side.
Kevan simply thrust the popcom into her lap, saying, “Take it. No need to be shy.” She had no choice but to accept it, as she grumbled.”

Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” Kevan smiled.
Well she indeed liked eating popcom. To be exact, she loved anything sweet. Perhaps life was too bitter for her that she needed some
sweetness to compensate for the bit temess.
She was already well-acquainted with the story of “Forever Love.” The comic had been adapted into multiple TV dramas across different
countries and was considered timeless. When she was still in college, Wendy made her watch it countless times. She found the movie to be tedious, but Wendy would become obsessed each lime. She didn’t recognize any actors in the film, and the plot remained as dull as
ever.
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After a while, she lost interest in it, and popcom became her sole solace.
Suddenly, a hand reached over and accidentally brushed her hand, which was inside the popcorn bucket. The cool fingertips and familiar touch caused her body to tense inch by inch. Immediately, she withdrew her hand, fixating her gaze straight ahead, too learful to even
glance sideways.
Kevan sn atched two popcoms and discreetly stole glances at her under the dim screen light. She was expressionless, making it
impossible for him to discern her true emotions.
After a few minutes, he noticed her reaching for the popcorn again, so he also extended his hand into the bucket. Once again, his fingers brushed against the back of her palm. The slight skin contact exhilarated him to no end. His blood coursed through his veins at an