Sweet Subterfuge

Sitting at the main head table were the three Rogers brothers and their sons. The women and grandchildren were arranged to sit at the next head table close by.

The moment Kevan got closer, Anthony stood up and waved at him, “Kevan, here!”

The gazes of everyone else at the table only fell on him then.

There was an empty seat next to Anthony, which had clearly been left for Kevan.

Kevan did not take his seat at once but went over to Bemard to give him the prepared gill. “Happy birthday. Uncle Bernard.” Kevan smiled faintly, his voice hac a rare trace of gentleness when faced with all these people he was always good with pulling superficial

performances, even during the years in which the relationship of his side and theirs was at its most strained. He never did anything that could allow anyone to hold leverage over him when it came to public and social settings.

that ever since he “lost” his memory, he was colder to his family and friends. So, his attitude today surprised Bernard quite

displeasure to Kevan as he usually did. Instead, he laughed joyfully as he hugged the exquisite wooden box, and his crow’s feet deepened when he

drank like his fe depended on it, but he was very unbearable once he got drunk. Therefore, he’d embarrassed himself multiple

liquor?!” Her voice was quite loud, and the high

on

turned to look at

that he can’t drink!” Maria glared at Kevan angrily. hatred burning in her

his parents, and now lived off his son. Although he had big ambitions, he could not make any huge waves. Because of thal, Kevan

politely before discussing it with them, “I will

him off at once. “Let me lake it home as a decoration! It’s not that bad

kinds of health issues, and the doctor did instruct him to not drink