Chapter 882

Larissa picked up the bottles one by one and held them in her arms.

“Do you want some?” she asked, looking up at Kevan.

Kevan took all the bottles from her arms and left her only

arly with

a case of beer.

“You can have this,” he said.

“Hey!” Larissa was already in a bad mood. Now that Kevan had ruined her plans of getting drunk, she felt even more irritated.

She reached out to snatch the whiskey back from him, Kevan dodged and kept her at arm’s length by flicking her forehead.

“Listen to me, or I’ll take away the beer too.” Kevan said stemiy

Larissa hid the cans of beer behind her and glared at Kevan. Staring at the whiskey in his arms, she gritted her teeth. “Fine.”

Larissa sat on the ground with her back against the sola. She had a can of beer in one hand and a freshly grilled drumstick that Kevan had

made in the other.

“I feel so miserable.”

a bite of the drumstick smearing

Kevan leaned over and wiped the

“Why is that?

patiently for her

scumbag!”

Kevan nodded in agreement.

“Wendy, she

bear Ic

she’s just blind and

tied her head back and chugged the remaining

the empty beer

and put it in

happened, but he could

Wendy must have had a huge light because of

a man, Kevan was usually blunt

the

rule, which was to

could be applied to couples

up, you would

not ack about the details nor interfered in their conflict.

to drink, he provided

she was hungry, he made

would go and

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