Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 822

Wendy had arrived home half an hour before Larissa, By now, she was already in her loungewear and watching TV, slouching on the sola. In her arms, she held a bag of potato chips that they bought from the supermarket last night.

In comparison to Kevan who was busy in the kitchen, she seemed very relaxed.

Approaching Wendy with Lewis‘ and Marilyn’s coals, Larissa kicked her under the coffee table. She hissed with displeasure, “Can’t you go and help out?”

Wendy winced in pain and withdrew her leg. She glared at Larissa and said through gritted teeth. “It’s not like I can be of any help! Mr. Rogers came over early in the afternoon to wash the vegetables and prepare the seafood. Tell me, what else can I do?”

Hearing this, Larissa glanced at the kitchen with a puzzled expression. “Then why is he still in the kitchen?”

Wendy cestured towards Aster with her chin. Ask your scr

gaze on Aster, who replied

Larissa furrowed her brows. “Why did

was stuck at home playing around with random things. Aster hadn’t

fried pretzels at home before

of you have a seat. I’ll get you something to drink. We have water

replied simultaneously, “Water would

head immediately. Larissa noticed her reaction and suppressed a smile, but she didn’t call her out

the frying pan with an apron around his neck. The sleeves ofhis shirt

the surface of the pretzels had turned golden brown, Kevan scooped out the filed pretzels and lined them on a plate

towels.

Larissa swallowed her salva and watched as Kevan twisted the dough into pretzels and put them in the frying

of emitted a sizzling sound as numerous bubbles were

step back. Picking up a cooled pretzel from the plate, he tore