Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 926

The man realized his mistake and chuckled awkwardly.

“Hey, my apologies, Mr. Lewis,” he said, carefully extending his apology, before swiftly changing the topic, saying, “Mr. Lewis, will you all be riding in my car, or how would you like to proceed?”

His use of ‘you all Included Kevan and Aster, who had been sticking close to Larissa.

Lewis pulled Larissa aside and stated, “It will just be the two of us.”

“Get it! Sure thing!” The man took the initiative to help with the luggage cart

He smiled as he continued. “My car is parked outside. So, please follow me for a short walk”

Larissa turned to Dylan and inquired. “What about you?”

“My car is parked on the basement level We’re headed in different directions.” Dylan replied, gesturing casually behind him.

Larissa tumed her attention to Aster.

She embraced I m and planted a kiss on his cheek.

She ruffled his hair as she advised. “Be a good boy and listen to Daddy, I have to work today, but I’ll come see you tomorrow.”

Aster nadded in understanding.

She then exchanged a glance with Kevan, who was also looking at her.

In his jet–black eyes, there was a subtle hint of reluctance.

“Well

you tomorrow.” Larissa said.

had a gentle and tender

going?” Dylan inquired as he drove onto

my parents‘ place.” Kevan responded.

as he unwrapped a

harmonious lather and son duo in the back

you sure about this?”

eyes with Dylan. “Why do you ask?”

shifted to Aster. “How are you going

remained composed as he clarified, “They’ve met Aster

they didn’t know Aster

had numerous other questions.

he refrained from asking them in Aster’s presence, so he simply

Kevan’s parents‘ house, Dylan

Kevan. “There’s someone at the gate.

conversation with Aster

did not pay much attention to

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a lavishly dressed but disheveled woman standing at the

was holding a gleaming kitchen knife.

could be none other than Maria.

pounded on the heavy iron gate with

shouted, “Give me back my

situation, cowered in Kevan’s

who is she?” he asked in a hushed tone.

someone who isn’t well.”

his hand and offered comfort, “You don’t need to

Kevan, “Should we call