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.

ever since he “lost” his memory, he was colder to his family and friends. So, his

to Kevan as he usually did. Instead, he laughed joyfully

on it, but he was very unbearable

him liquor?!” Her voice was quite loud,

froze on his

turned to look at Maria, raising an eyebrow

Maria glared at Kevan angrily. hatred burning in

he could not make any huge waves. Because of thal, Kevan never sent

with Maria’s rudeness, he did not show it. He apologized politely before discussing it with them,

“Let me lake it home as a decoration! It’s not that bad

liquor was not cheap. Bernard was naturally reluctant to part with it. It was true that he had all kinds of health issues, and the doctor did instruct him to not drink too much-but this was “not too much. Having an occasional cup or two was fine. He