Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 50 8
Since Kevan came late, it was not long before Aster’s bedtime came around.
Normally, Aster would obediently go to bed on his own, without anyone reminding him.
However, today he was being stubbom and refused to leave the living room.
He clung to Kevan’s arm like gum, staring at him pleadingly with his wide eyes.
“Uncle Kevan, can’t you spend the night with me?” Aster begged sweetly, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Kevan didn’t dare to give him a hasty answer. He turned to Larissa and waited for her response.
Naturally, Larissa rejected him immediately. “Uncle Kevan is too busy tonight”
The hope in Aster’s eyes faded, and Kevan himself felt a little disappointed.

Larissa detached Aster from Kevan’s body and pushed him in the direction of his bedroom. “Wash up and go to bed now.”
Dragging his feet. Aster tried to gesture to Kevan as he walked away reluctantly.
Although Kevan didn’t want to part with Aster, he was more afraid of Larissa. He could only shrug and gave Aster a helpless look.
When Larissa emerged from the bathroom after making sure that Aster had finished his bath, she noticed Kevan asleep on the sofa.
His brows were tightly knitted and there was a patch of stubble on his chin, making Kevan look old and weary.
It was obvious that he hadn’t been taking care of himself over the past two days.
Larissa couldn’t bring herself to wake him up. She brought out a blanket from her room and gently covered him with it.
As Kevan was a light sleeper, he immediately opened his eyes when he felt something on his body.
At that moment Larissa was hovering over him, smoothening the blanket over his body.
The distance between their faces was only a few inches apart, so much so that Kevan could clearly see the pores on Larissa’s face. Taken aback, he froze for a moment. Kevan couldn’t distinguish whether he was still in a dream or he was awake in reality.
Larissa noticed his reaction and looked away, a hint of frustration on her face.
“Did I wake you up?” she asked softly.
Snapping out of his trance, Kevan croaked with a hoa rse voice, “No.”
He propped himself up on his elbows and rubbed his throbbing temples. “Is Aster asleep?”
Larissa nodded.