Sweet Subterfuge

Larissa sat on the bed. Gary smoothly poured a cup of hot tea for her. Lewis went to the restroom and returned with a towel to wipe the sweat off her lace.

Kevan stood awkwardly on the side, unable to find a way to join in.

Her attention had been on him all along. Sensing his discomfort, she quickly changed the look, asking. “Why are you here so early?”

He shook the breakfast container in his hand, his tone carrying a hint of bitte mess, “I thought you were still asleep, so I brought you breakfast.”

“Ch…” She inexplicably felt a bit apologetic. “I wake up at 7 am every day. Then, I have breakfast and do the rehabilitation.”

She had been a model patient at the hospital, sticking to a routine of early to bed and early to rise, actively cooperating with treatment. and showing remarkable progress in recovery. The doctors often use her as an example to motivate other patients.

line.” Kevan replied indiferently. He raised his arm, about to toss the breakfast container into the

and he looked at her

touched her belly. Her gaze fell

opened the container and quickly handed it over to

when she saw the breakfast-fried eggs and bacon still steaming hot, along with various fresh fruits-her excitement dimmed. Naturally, he noticed the change in her expression but

The dishes were of high quality too. Besides, the ones

my marinated steak? Or

craving those dishes the whole evening. She even dreamed about eating them in her sleep. “Kevan, you’re showing way too much

sent him yesterday. He ligured out

them, I’ll find a place to make