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

questioning gaze on Aster, who replied proudly, “Daddy

her brows. “Why did he suddenly decide

playing around with random things. Aster hadn’t tried pretzels before, so

not personally fried pretzels at home before this, so she

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

simultaneously,

Marilyn blushed and lowered her head immediately. Larissa

the frying pan with an apron around his neck. The sleeves ofhis shirt were wrapped tightly with cling wrap as he deep fried the

golden brown, Kevan scooped out the filed pretzels and lined them on

towels.

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

sound as numerous bubbles were

plate, he tore off a small piece and brought