Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 3

During the morning meeting, the general manager announced the news of the “important guest” checking in and expected all department managers to supervise those under their command to ensure that they were as careful and meticulous as possible.

As the housekeeping manager who had frequent direct contact with the “important guest,” Larissa was held back for extra instructions and exhortations. “Mr. Rogers has extreme germaphobia, so the rooms must be kept clean at all times. Work together with the reception; the moment they see Mr. Rogers heading out, tell the cleaning staff to clean his rooms immediately. Additionally, the cleaning staff are not allowed to touch Mr. Rogers’ personal effects. Not even once!”

Larissa thought it was a little ridiculous. “But what if Mr. Rogers left his clothes or whatever on the bed or something? Do we not make the bed for him then, just to avoid touching his clothes during cleaning?”

“Firstly, with his personality, Mr. Rogers would never just toss his clothes onto the bed. Secondly, even if he did, it’s better to wait for his return before you make the bed. Touching his things is an absolute no-no. Last year, something like this occurred in the main branch of the Regal Dynasty in Bartham. A cleaning staff moved Mr. Rogers’ laptop in order to wipe the table. When he found out, the housekeeping department, from managers to cleaning staff, all resigned.”

The general manager was stern. “I’m reminding you for your own good. Don’t take it for granted.”

“I will keep it in mind, Mr. Compton!”

When Larissa left, she immediately called for a department-wide meeting and conveyed the general manager’s explicit instructions to them. To ensure no mistakes were made, she specifically arranged for the two oldest and most experienced cleaning staff in the department to be in charge of cleaning the presidential suite.

…

Kevan went out rather early and did not return even after Larissa’s shift had ended at 8 pm.

through the first day when she noticed several missed calls from the same unknown number after her

8888.” The male voice on the other end was terribly

froze for a bit before realizing who was on the other end and quickly said, “Of course, Mr.

was the room number of the Regal Dynasty’s presidential suite, which was also where Kevan Rogers was staying. Larissa stood outside the door and

Kevan

only a white shirt, one side of the hem loosely tucked into his silvery gray

collar were loose. It

too, considering the fresh smell of shower gel wafting off of him. His hair was not entirely dry yet and was

was outright

Larissa’s back collided against the solid, cold door. Her face scrunched up

eyes widened in shock.

close to hers. His eyes were closed, his eyelashes quivering slightly, and his face had an unnatural flush. His kiss was fierce and frantic, as if

push him away, but the disparity in strength had her essentially pinned to the door. She was so panicked

but it encouraged him further. Leaning close to her ear, Kevan murmured, “Have you forgotten how your husband betrayed you? Don’t you

froze as if she had been struck by lightning. Kevan pulled the hem of her shirt out of her short skirt. Her rationality

the marriage was all but dead, why could she not indulge herself?

neck. Receiving her response, Kevan’s dark eyes snapped open, revealing a strange gleam within them. It seemed to get brighter

…

Larissa passed out.

due to the curtains covering the windows. She cracked open an eyelid

“Hello?”

twang shocked the

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