Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 498

Larissa’s movements of getting up halled abruptly. Bracing hersell against the edge of the bed, she sat down again. “Do you need me to help you massage the spot? Kevan pressed a hand on his pounding heart and said with restraint. “No need.”

Larissa suddenly remembered his weird quirk of not letting others touch him. “Forgive me. I was too forward.” She apologized to him before adding, “Wait a moment-

She retrieved the aromatherapy machine she had bought but never used–it was still in its original packaging–from the closet she used to put her sundries in. After filling it with water, she added a few drops of lavender oil into the machine.

“This will help you relax and sleep.” She introduced the product to Kevan, “Just close your eyes, and you’ll be able to sleep soon.”

The faint smell of lavender filled the air via the mist from the machine.

and found Larissa surprisingly asleep against the headboard of the bed. Her eyes were firmly shut, and her

time, not even blinking with the help of the night light nearby. He no longer remembered when the last time he was able to stare indiscriminately at her was, and he did not know when he could do so

only when Larissa jerked awake that he frantically shut his eyes. Straightening up. Larissa’s fatigue vanished in an instant. The aromatherapy machine

up late frequently for work. After Larissa bought it, she snapped a picture of it and sent it to Wendy as a show of proof, but she never used

almost as it the moment her head leaned against the headboard, her eyes shut themselves naturally at

still firmly stuck to his forehead, and it looked somewhat comical Larissa reached out to touch it, and the pad was

went to fill up the aromatherapy machine

still asleep.

arm and a leg stuck out from underneath the sheets. Larissa sighed and tucked him in again, but she did not expect such a

blearily, Aster mumbled, “Mommy” as he wriggled around, rolling over so he could

go? he asked curiously as he looked up

answered, “I went to check on Uncle Kevan next door. He’s sick,