Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 191

Chapter 191 Perhaps the situation was very similar, Larissa took it personally while explaining. However, it was obvious that Kevan’s “Lari” was a lot luckier than she was. At least, the man who wanted to marry her loved her sincerely. “Really?” Kevan’s expression suddenly grew serious. For one moment, Larissa nearly thought he was in his right mind. “Yes…” She nodded forcefully and said, “I wouldn’t lie to you.” Kevan stared at her intently for a long time as if he were trying to determine if she was telling the truth. “Then… will you leave?” His hand slid down her face to grasp her hand, their fingers interlocked. His palm was warm and Larissa’s heart sk ipped a beat. She subconsciously used a gentler tone as she said, “I won’t leave.” “Then when will you marry me?” Kevan asked anxiously, leaning forward with a look of anticipation in his eyes.

This question was “Whenever you say.” Lying to him once, twice, or thrice made no difference. Larissa spoke steadily. He wouldn’t remember anything when he woke up the next morning anyway. “Then let’s get engaged tomorrow!” Kevan stood up eagerly and bustled about as if he were looking for something. Larissa didn’t take his words seriously at all and asked curiously, “What are you looking for?” “My phone!” Kevan patted down all his pockets until he finally found his phone in his jacket pocket. “I want to call Dylan and ask him to come over immediately to write a letter of guarantee!” he said while dialing a number swiftly. “What letter of guarantee?” asked Larissa. “A letter of guarantee for you agreeing to get engaged to me tomorrow, of course!” Kevan turned around and shot her a hard stare that seemed to say, “You’re a little liar who always goes back on her word. I’ll worry if I don’t make you sign a letter of guarantee.”

Larissa was speechless. She was only trying to console him so that he wouldn’t be so upset. She never intended to really involve herself. While she was still in a daze, Kevan had gotten through to Dylan. “Come over now,” he commanded sternly. “My party hasn’t ended…” Dylan said reluctantly. Kevan said with a dark expression, “Now. Immediately. At once.” His fierce expression was … If it wasn’t that he still couldn’t differentiate between her and the woman he loved, then she had reason to suspect that he was just pretending to be drunk earlier. ‘Fine, fine. I’ll be right there!” Dylan said helplessly. Over the phone, they could hear him say. “Hey, have fun guys. I’m going to go see how Mr. Rogers is doing.” He was obviously talking to his friends. “Why would you see how he’s doing? Isn’t he with his girlfriend?” “Yeah! Why go be a third-wheeler?” His friends teased him and joked in the background, and Dylan was worried they would say something Inappropriate that Kevan might overhear and quickly hung up.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .