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.

simple, casual outfit. His hair was also

up and about, he was a little surprised. But that was only shown through a

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

that, he turned and

his reddened ears. She opened the paper bag and saw that it was full of womenswear—there were even three sets of

composure earlier, he definitely did not buy these clothes in person—he probably had not even seen them before.

typical man. Because other than lingerie, there were only a few pink dresses in the bag, and they

it 20 years ago when

she did not have any

patted her neck with the loose powder that she always carried in her bag. She barely managed to cover the kiss marks this way.

They sat on opposite ends

and they turned to

smile instantaneously as he desperately tried to stifle his laughter. His fist covered his mouth as he

skirt and lowered her head so that her hair

before Dylan managed to finish his

not answer, and Kevan

his gaze, Larissa looked up. Kevan’s brows were furrowed, and he seemed a

nodded at once. “It looks pretty good.” Only then did Kevan’s expression brighten a little.

Seymour.” Dylan patted the empty seat next to him, which was between him and

“Go on. Sit.”

down carefully after Kevan spoke.

Seymour. Perhaps you could move

of course!” Larissa immediately

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

she could move, Kevan pinned her down.

His tone was mild, and his face revealed nothing. But she could tell that he was not

that there was a crack of space between her and Kevan. Noticing this,

Dylan, Larissa asked, “You had something to