Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

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Chapter 660
Problems?
“I actually wish she would get mad at me.” Kevan laughed coldly at himself.
Because only then the excuses he prepared would be useful. But she never said anything nor expressed anything. He could not figure out what she was feeling, so he did not dare to do anything hasty.
Kevan felt a wave of imitation. “Give me back my liquor.” He reached out to take the glass back, but Dylan avoided him. In the middle of their fight for the glass, hall the whiskey spilled out and stained their clothes.
The wet fabric stuck to Kevan’s skin, and the sudden coldness made him frown. He swiftly took his clothes off and called a server over. He then instructed the server to “buy me a new set of clothes.”
The server was new. He only remembered Kevan due to his manager’s constant nagging to remember this very important guest so he did not know Dylan. When he saw the unkempt duo in the private room, the server’s face turned a little bit red, and his eyes sparkled.

Now that this scene had taken place, Kevan no longer had the mood to drink. He crossed his arms and glared at Dylan coldly to pass the time.
Knowing that he had made a mistake, Dylan was not as smug as before. “About your clothes, pay you back.”
The server somehow retumed after leaving, and he heard Dylan saying, “I’ll pay you back.” When he saw Dylan’s reluctant expression, he immediately pictured the plot of an extremely melodramatic drama in his head that lasted several hundred episodes.
Kevan’s cold gaze drifted over, and the server jumped slightly. Smiling apologetically, the server asked. “Your size. Mr. Rogers?”
Kevan gave him the answer, and the server remembered it. After that the server rushed out quickly.
Now that his clothes were dirty. Kevan had no plans to continue drinking. After paying and changing into the new clothes that the server bought Kevan prepared to leave.
Dylan followed him at once. “Take me back too?” He smiled flatteringly.
They had both drunk whiskey, so they could not drive. Kevan had a driver to pick him up, but Dylan did not.
The server was waiting outside, and he heard it all. His eyes widened in shock. “This guy is too forward!” He was in disbelief, and the med
shocking thing was that Kevan did not refuse Dylan
Suddenly, there were rumors of Mr. Rogers of Microworks being ga y in the upper social circles of Bartham. But because people were afraid of offending Kevan, no one dared to ask him in person if it was true. Hence, this rumor never reached Kevan’s ears.
However-