Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 149

The massage oil had a strong pungent medicated scent that was rather repulsive.

Kevan’s first thought was to get up, but Larissa’s warm touch on his back was so comfort ng that he decided to put up with the unpleasant smell

Kevan closed his eyes and bit his lower lip instinctively, restraining himself from all thoughts of trying to escape.

The expression on his lace twisted into a grimace, making Larissa think that she had applied too much force. She carefully reduced the pressure on his back

“Does it hurt?” she asked Kevan

Kevan shook his head, “It doesn’t hurt at all”

He had survived worse injuries, such as getting shot at er stabbed with a knife. A massage from her was nothing more than a mosquito bite, let alone painful.

“If it hurts, you must tell me! Larissa reminded him. She was truly worried about his injury.

heard this sentence when he opened the door and entered Kevan’s office. Immediately after, he saw Kevan hall- naked

“I didn’t see anything. Just carry on.”

froze for a moment before realizing Dyler’s misunderstanding. She shouted after him. “Dylan, come back here”

Dylan settled comfortably on the sofa, holding a sandwich in one hand and a cup of

himself for being so over the top earlier. “You guys were in such a compromising

with some gauze. He shot a disapproving glance at Dylan, suppressing his frustration at being interrupted during his private moment with Larissa. “TII take you to the lounge,” he said

he turned to Dylan. “Have Howie order some

Kevan’s assistant.

Larissa. “Didn’t you say that Lana came all the way here to express her gratitude to Kevan? Since I have coffee and sandwiches, surely he would have something for lunch? By the way, I haven’t seen your sister.

suit Mr. Rogers’s taste. That’s why he asked her to go back to the hotel Larissa

Lana personally cooked lunch for him? Dylan pouted with a straw between his lips. “She’s playing favorites

content,” Hands in his pockets, Kevan spoke nonchalantly, “At least yours is

of coffee and nodded in acknowledgment, and his mood instantly

which, I saw a bag containing a lunch box inside. It’s in the trash bin pulside the presidential office. Could it be your sister’s?” Dylan gave Kevan a side–eye. “Did you say something nasty to her? She must have been so lulous

Dylan’s lip, Larissa found the bag easily. Inside were the insulated lunch box and thermos she lent to

resisted the urge to call Lana up and question her about the lood. Silently,