Sweet Subterfuge

In the early morning, Kevan headed to the hospital. He was carrying the breakfast he had packed from the hotel. To his surprise, he found the room empty. He quickly stopped a passing nurse and pointed to the vacant ward. He asked, “Where did the patient ao?

The nurses at this hospital were all experienced. Therefore, they were all older. However, when the nurse–a middle–aged local with

extensive experience–saw Kevan’s face, she still showed visible admiration.

“Wow, you speak the Aldovian language well. Your accent is quite charming as well” she complimented instinctively.

Although Kevan hadn’t studied abroad, his grandfather had the foresight to hire an Aldovian tutor for him when he was young. This was to prepare him for expanding the company’s business overseas.

The tutor was a native Aldovian speaker. He had a beautiful and sexy Aldovian accent. Kevan had learned his intonation perfectly.

Kevan had received numerous compliments on his accent from foreign business partners. So, he didn’t react much to the nurse’s words.

He simply replied with a cold “Thank you.” He then repeated. “Can you tell me where the patient went?”

and said. “Oh, you mean Larissa? Well, her

Larissa’s leg muscles had slightly atrophied due to months of being

Her bones had healed, and now, she needed to focus on

been gone? When will they

nurse was about to say more, but another nurse hurried over and tugged

you for a while.

turned and blinked at

of age or gender. He was used to such encounters and didn’t pay much attention to

someone else to ask about the rehabilitation room when a cold voice came from behind him, “Mr. Rogers, seems like you’re attracting admirers wherever you

spints were lifted. He swiftly

wore unfriendly expressions as they looked at him.

heart immediately sank.