Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 90

Larissa received many congratulations for her successful attempt at defending her honor and vindicating herself.

The general manager called her as well and informed her that he was appealing directly to his superiors for her reinstatement and that she would most probably be able to return to work at the Regal Dynasty the week after.

Larissa thanked him.

On Saturday morning, Larissa received a call from Kevan.

He was already waiting for her downstairs.

Larissa didn’t want to make him wait for too long, so she merely changed into a set of new clothes without tidying herself up or putting on makeup. She left the house after that.

Kevan was the only one in the car, so Larissa naturally sat in the passenger’s seat.

“Is Dylan not coming with us?” she asked.

Kevan’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel.

The first thing she asked about was Dylan–how maddening.

“He’s not coming.” he replied coldly.

Larissa hummed in acknowledgment. “Did you have breakfast yet?” she continued.

He stared straight

to eat?” Larissa retrieved a thermos from the paper bag

seeds,

knew that Kevan disliked eating out,

I brought along honey, raisins, and dried cranberries as well.”

words and stopped

oatmeal will do,” he told her.

immediately handed him

once.” She bent down again as she spoke and took out a brand–new

and washed it right before I came down. You can rest

looked unusually docile as she smiled sweetly

his tongue against the roof

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the thermos on his thigh.

of the oatmeal wafted through his nostrils along with the

He couldn’t resist the urge to

handed him and scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal before sending

mouth.

its contents blended together beautifully as well, and he could taste the aromatic fragrance of the cardamom, the creaminess of the milk, and the distinct flavor of

he had no problem forcing himself to stomach even the most unappetizing food, the ones he wholeheartedly regarded as “delicious” were truly rare. Larissa’s oatmeal happened to be

made him think of the past-

his bed, spooning oatmeal into his