Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 103

While Kevan was showering, she went back to her own room. She found her phone that she had neglected throughout the night and was surprised to find a few missed calls. Other than crecall that was from the hospita, the others were from an unknown number. She was certain that the hospital had called regarding Trays, but she also felt that the other cals had something to do with this. She did not call back and went to take a shower instead to freshen herself up

After that she took her phone with her and went to look for Kewan, He was still in the bathroom, and Larissa could hear the land sound of nunning water, She started reflecting on hersell, asking herself if she was loo shabby. Even a man put more time into showering than she did, Kevan only came out of the bathroom after a long time. His pajamas were dirty, so he only had a towel wrapped around his wast

Larissa was already eating her porridge in the living room. “Aren’t you going to blow dry your hair? She put down her spoon and looked at him disapprovingy. Kevan had washed his hair but did not wipe it dry. Druplets of water were dilpping down onto his chest, his back, and the floor. It usually didn’t matter, but he was sics now.

“Give me a moment, said Larissa. She locked for the hair dryer and plugged it in, then beckoned Kevan to sit down on the couch. She crouched beside him with one hand holding the hair dryer and another combing through his hair. Her fingertips brushed his scalo and the hot air tickled his ears, making him blush. His hands hurg by his sides out of her sight, and he clenched them into lists. He had to put a

suppressing his desire of pushing her down

hardryes, she actually tell reluctant “It’s done” she said, Kevan came back to his senses abruptly when the loud noise from the hair dryer stopped. Even so, the flame burning inside him did not diminish in

him. Tm going to answer the phone,” she said and went into the bedroom. Kevan stared at the shut

Larissa Seymour?” said a male voice that sounded

me,” answered

talk to you. I’m Sanders, a police

police officer, she could guess why he had called. “Good day. Officer Sanders. Are you caling about Traws

to the city? We need your assistance on

station. Just tell my colleagues you’re looking for me

still sitting in the living room and his bowl of porridge was untouched. “Are you going now?” he asked and stood up. “Give me a second to change my clothes,

there.”