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

replied proudly, “Daddy is mading pretzels for me!”

her brows. “Why did he suddenly decide to

epidemic spreading in Caldor, everyone was stuck at home playing around with random things.

home before this, so she

We have water and soda. What would you like?” Larissa molioned to

simultaneously, “Water would

her head immediately. Larissa noticed her reaction and suppressed a smile,

Kevan was standing at the frying pan with an apron around his neck. The sleeves ofhis shirt were wrapped

had turned golden brown, Kevan scooped out

towels.

watched as Kevan twisted the

sizzling sound

up a cooled pretzel from the plate, he tore off a