Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 4

“I was drugged. Originally, I wanted to get you to find a call girl for me, but you didn’t pick up my calls… When you came up, I couldn’t hold myself back anymore,” Kevan said as if his actions were justified, and there was no hint of regret on his face.

Larissa was not quite able to react at the moment, so she failed to respond to him.

Kevan swiftly turned away, avoiding eye contact with some guilt. He pulled open the bedside table drawer and retrieved a billfold. Then he drew out a card.

“This is my supplementary card. There’s no limit to it. Just swipe it whenever you want.” He handed the card to her. “Consider it compensation for last night.”

While he was saying all that, he stared at the bed, not really daring to look at her. His heart was pounding faster than it usually did, and he held his breath, listening attentively to Larissa’s movements.

Larissa had long since figured out that he was acting weird. Getting involved with him was her own choice. However, what he said earlier caused her fury to flare up.

What did he take her for?

“You’re quite generous, Mr. Rogers.” A mocking smile appeared on her face. “But we’re all adults here. This is nothing. Besides, not anyone can just sleep with someone like you. If you really want to do the math, I didn’t lose anything, in fact, I’ve gained something. So—” She pushed the card back at him. “You can keep this card, Mr. Rogers. I don’t need it.”

Keeping her eyes locked on Kevan’s dull gaze, Larissa sat up with the sheets wrapped around her. Her anger had turned into courage. She rested her chin on her hands and said tartly, “If you really want to compensate me, how about accompanying me a few more times?”

She thought that Kevan would get angry. He could even fire her in rage, but he did something completely unexpected.

After getting over his shock, Kevan raised an eyebrow and smiled somewhat playfully.

“Sure,” he said, “As long as you want it, I’ll oblige.”

…

practically ran

courage and underestimated Kevan’s.

she left Room 8888, she almost crashed into someone.

curiosity. There was no disapproval whatsoever. Only then did Larissa realize that it

pair of gilt-edged glasses, looking very much like a gentleman as well as having the aura

The man offered his hand to her. “My name is Dylan Shields. I’m a lawyer who specializes

an idea struck Larissa. If it were not for the fact that she was wearing Kevan’s big shirt,

after two seconds. “I’m afraid

a tin of ointment from his pocket. “This

confused. “Why do I need

her right ankle. “Weren’t you hurt? You’ll heal faster with that ointment.”

hot stew two nights ago had long since stopped hurting, but a dark red mark was left behind. Larissa did not

Mr. Shields.” She was

thank someone, thank Mr. Rogers. He bought this ointment yesterday when he went out, but it was left behind in my car.

Kevan got her medication?

the ointment in hand, Larissa went back to her private staff room in a daze. She showered and changed into a fresh skirt suit before putting her hair up into a

was as if by doing that, she could erase everything

burn cream onto the bed, staring at them as she carefully thought of how to deal with

phone rang.

answered the call at once. Livie’s panicked voice

tensed

them to wait so you could

This

people were entangled in a fight—or, more accurately, a bunch

fuckers! Watchdogs! Do you even know your place? How dare you block

fight with two subordinates. “Sir, ma’am, please stop fighting! We have already called Ms. Seymour. She will be

pace. “Dad, Mom,” she called. Only then did