Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 29

Travis licked his lips and spoke, his voice hoarse. “Please send me the address. I will be there shortly.”

Larissa’s assistant switched off the camera and sent over the restaurant’s address.

When they heard that Travis was coming over to pick Larissa up, the group started gossiping again.

“Looks like the two of them are still together!”

“Ms. Seymour really is patient! Her husband had an affair, and she still hasn’t divorced him!”

“What else can she do? Society puts more pressure on women than men. It’s harder to find a partner when you’re a divorced woman.”

“They have no children anyway. Based on Ms. Seymour’s looks and financial status alone, even if she was divorced, plenty of people would be lining up to pursue her, regardless!”

“Alright, alright,” Larissa’s assistant interrupted. “Regarding Ms. Seymour and her husband’s private matters, let’s all forget what we heard today. Don’t you all start spreading rumors about this outside of this room.”

time, Travis was still

recuperate at

houses, their relationship was very harmonious. They’d had very few arguments too. Yet, after spending more

Larissa were both very busy with work, so the two of them had decided to split the burden of doing household chores between them. Sometimes, when Travis‘ team had a project to launch, he would be so busy that he could only return home after three or four in

with the realities of society. Moreover, she’d grown up in a household where she’d never had to experience hardships. She grew up living in comfort and luxury, which resulted in her

how to do any, if not all,

Travis visited Amber’s house, he had almost run away in fright as soon as he

she had worn, those she hadn’t worn yet, underwear, jackets, coats, and overcoats–all of them were mixed together

magazines

mess in her bedroom

up even more messily than her couch. All kinds of cosmetics and beauty products lay haphazardly on her

had spent an entire day trying to clean her house up to a livable

had returned to

He’d advised her to clean her house at least once every two days to maintain

but she had never once

an important project. Travis could barely get six hours of sleep in three days. When he returned home and saw the house filled with trash, the anger he had been trying to suppress finally

with Amber that night. In the end, it only stopped when Amber cried till she couldn’t breathe and yelled about the pain in her stomach. He had held and kissed and

that, Amber seemed to have