Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 10

“Such as…” Dylan’s smile became sly as his gaze shifted over to Kevan. “Having good relations with Mr. Rogers here and having him help out in dealing with them.”

Larissa’s ballooning anticipation burst like Dylan had punctured it with a needle.

“Um…” She glanced furtively at Kevan, who seemed completely indifferent. “It’s better not to bother Mr. Rogers, right?”

Kevan spoke up at this time. “What, you don’t think I’m good enough for the task?” He gazed at her with a half-smile on his face.

Larissa quickly explained. “Of course not. You’re a busy man, Mr. Rogers. How could I trouble you with something insignificant like that? Besides, I’ve only known you for a few days…”

She did not know which part of her words had ruffled Kevan’s feathers.

“Indeed.” Kevan’s smile got a little bigger, but his gaze became cold. “How could you trouble me with something as trivial as this? However—” His words suddenly took a turn. “You did me a big favor yesterday, I should repay you somehow. Why don’t you tell me what you need me to do?”

“That won’t be necessary.” Larissa did not hesitate to refuse him. “You’ve helped me to this morning. We’re even. Neither of us owes each other anything.”

Kevan still had that half-smile on his face. “Are you sure, Ms. Seymour? After this, the deal’s off.”

The moment he finished speaking, Larissa said, “I’m sure.”

“Very well.” Kevan looked away and lifted his wine glass. He tilted his head back, and the dark red liquid seeped into his mouth. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped down the wine.

Larissa had just glanced over casually, but Kevan’s amazingly symmetrical face as well as his languid sensuality actually made her stare. Her mouth went dry, and she could not help but swallow.

Although Kevan did not notice her losing her composure, Dylan sure as hell did.

Rogers is good-looking, Ms. Seymour?” His abrupt

fought to hide her panic and looked at him as calmly as

repeated his question, and Kevan turned to look as well.

fudge her way out of this, Larissa nodded. “Yes.”

she was not

however, and asked, “Then do you like men like

stumped. She did like Kevan’s face, but… that

woman wouldn’t like a man

you, then?” This time, Dylan was not the one who

“Of course I do.” Her conscience was not as important as

just being courteous, he was still pleased

you like me so much…” He waved the waiter

Larissa to gape. She really wanted to know if it was too late to

…

could. The more she drank, the less she would lose. As a result, she ended up in a drunken

drunk, she would not make a scene nor cause trouble, but would instead stare blankly into space

to

questioning hum that was dragged out. Her expression was

lightly and teased Kevan. “The way your Lyssa looks right now could really incite

him a cold look

sheepishly and wisely shut

could hear him. But she did not understand anything he just said. She was troubled, but her brain was completely muddled,

out her tongue and licked her wine-stained

second, she was pulled into an embrace that was tinged with

press her head firmly against his chest, Kevan slipped his other arm under her knees and picked her

Dylan before walking out of the

with a pout. “Jackass. I see how it is. Love over

…

went straight to

quite a few people. However, Larissa’s face was hidden in his chest, and anyone who recognized him dared not look for long. They only gossiped behind his