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.

casual outfit. His hair was also left

a little surprised. But that was only shown through a slightly raised eyebrow.

He tossed a paper bag he had been carrying onto the bed.

turned and left.

bag and saw that it was full of womenswear—there were even three sets of lingerie,

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

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

when she was still in elementary school, but

have any other

the loose powder that she always carried in her bag.

room. They sat on opposite ends of the sofa.

she greeted them, and they turned to

His fist covered his

and lowered her head so that her hair could

managed to finish his sentence. “Looks pretty

answer, and Kevan asked, “You

looked up. Kevan’s brows were furrowed, and he seemed a little

she nodded at once. “It looks pretty good.” Only then did

patted the empty seat next to him, which was between him and Kevan. Larissa

“Go on. Sit.”

down carefully after Kevan spoke.

a little cramped, Ms. Seymour. Perhaps you could move over there a little?” Dylan asked

Larissa immediately moved

would not have touched anyone. But now that she had moved, she ended up sitting rather close to Kevan. Recalling what

before she could move, Kevan pinned her

face revealed nothing. But

that there was a crack of space between her and Kevan. Noticing this, Kevan’s eyes darkened

Dylan, Larissa asked, “You had something to say

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