Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 884

The hot water in the bathtub gradually conled down.

The gasps and moans that filled the confined space in the bathroom also quietened.

Larissa was exhausted. She laid against Kevar’s chest.

Her long wet hair clung to her shoulders and neck, concealing the red marks on her skin.

Kevan held her and stepped out of the bathtub.

He took a towel from the cabinet and wrapped Larissa up in it.

Larissa’s eyelids lluttered open and she muttered in a hoarse voice, Tm tired-

Kevan left a gente kiss on her forehead. He shilled his position so that she could sleep more comfortably in his embrace.

“Go to sleep.”

Larissa closed her eyes.

After a while, her breathing became steady as she fell asleep.

Kevan drew the curtains in the bedroom, leaving only a dim bedside lamp.

Larissa was completely out cold. Even in her sleep, her eyebrows were furrowed and her eyelids twitched from unease.

“Wendy.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Her unconscious murmurs reached Kevan’s ears, making his heart ache at her pain.

After tucking the blanket under her chin, Kevan got up and the expression on his face

grew stern.

There were only a few places that Wendy could be. First, Kevan called Maple Hotel and found out that Wendy was still on her holiday. Amer that, he drove to her apartment.

He had spent a considerable amount of time in that apartment.

Kevan had made a key to the door, but he hadn’t returned it to Larissa alter moving cut.

This key finally came in handy.

Beside the shoe rack at the entrance, a pair of flats were placed on the ground.

On top of the shoe rack, a bunch of keys with a cartoon keychain were lying on a plate.

It seemed that Wendy had returned home.

The living room was empty and all the doors in the apartment were shut.

Since only both of them were alone in an enclosed space, Kevan didn’t want to arouse any suspicions about his loyalty to Larissa, Instead

of rushing into the rooms, he took out his phone and dialed Wendy’s number.

He heard the sound of a phone ringing in Wendy’s bedroom, but it stopped abruptly.

At the same time, his call was cut off.

Kevan sent a message to Wendy. “Come out, I’m in the living room.”

After ten minutes, Wendy emerged from her bedroom.

She looked urmell, and her gaze Loward Kevan was flied with hostility.

“How did you come in?” Wendy kept her distance,

Kevan jingled the keys in his hand. “Thad them made before.”

This apartment was jointly owned by Wendy and Larissa.

“Why a

are you here? Wendy kept her back against the wall as it she needed support to avoid slumping to the ground.

“Larissa’s completely drunk,” Kevan said.

His words were seemingly unrelated to the current situation.

Wendy’s heart was disturbed when she heard this.

Lowering her gaze, she clenched her fists and spoke in a cold tone. “Il Larissa is drunk, why aren’t you taking care of her at home? Why did you come here to lind me?”