Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 11

When Larissa opened her eyes, she was still rather out of it.

Even so, she could recognize that she was in Room 8888, the place where she had been “fortunate” enough to have spent that fateful night with Kevan.

Shock and fear chasing away the last bit of tiredness in her bones, Larissa lifted a corner of the sheets—

She was not naked like she thought she would be. However, her current state of dress was not that much better either. The clothes she wore yesterday were gone. They were replaced by a high-end silk dressing gown that the hotel had custom-made for high-profile guests.

Moreover, the concealer on her neck was gone too, revealing deep red kiss marks.

She could not remember what happened last night and dared not try to recall the events.

She was alone in the huge king-sized bed, the space beside her empty. The pillows were stacked neatly at the head of the bed, and the sheets were neat apart from the side that she slept in.

Larissa did not know if Kevan had already left the room or if he had not even slept here last night. She sure hoped it was the latter.

The bathroom door was open, and there was no one inside. The hamper was filled with clothes, however. The ones on the top were Kevan’s, and the ones at the bottom were hers. The sight of their clothes muddled together had a rather suggestive vibe.

Larissa immediately gave up the idea of picking up the soiled clothes. After freshening up, Larissa decided to wear a set of Kevan’s clothes just like she did the previous time.

She had just opened the wardrobe when the bedroom door swung open.

Startled, Larissa slammed the wardrobe door shut, which caused it to bounce twice before settling closed.

Kevan was the one who entered the room.

time, he was wearing a simple, casual outfit. His hair was also left unstyled, falling flat against his scalp.

and about, he was a little surprised. But that was only shown through a slightly raised eyebrow.

a paper bag he had been carrying onto the bed. “Dylan has something

that, he turned and

the paper bag and saw that

on Kevan’s composure earlier, he definitely did not buy these clothes in person—he probably had not even seen them

these clothes were unquestionably bought by a typical man. Because other than lingerie, there were only a few pink dresses in the bag, and they had the kind of lace that made women look like fairies or

might have liked it 20 years ago when she was still in elementary school, but now…

did not have any other

that she always carried

room. They

she greeted them, and they

laughter. His fist

head so that her hair could hide her burning

before Dylan managed to

and Kevan asked, “You don’t

up. Kevan’s brows were furrowed, and

“It looks pretty good.” Only

which was between him and Kevan. Larissa was

“Go on. Sit.”

down carefully after Kevan spoke.

Ms. Seymour. Perhaps you could move over

Larissa immediately moved away.

enough for three. She had originally been sitting squarely in the middle and would not have touched anyone. But now that she had moved, she ended up sitting rather close to Kevan. Recalling what Dylan said to her about Kevan hating bodily contact with others, she immediately apologized to him and said, “Forgive me, Mr. Rogers, I’d better sit over there.” She pointed at the armchair nearby.

she could move, Kevan

was mild, and his face revealed nothing. But she could tell that he

ease. She moved her arm a little so that there was a crack of space between her and Kevan. Noticing this, Kevan’s eyes darkened a

had something