Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 194

Chapter 194 “How nice,” he sighed. Larissa’s heart did a somersault and tears filled her eyes. All of a sudden, she actually regretted that she wasn’t really his Lari. She thought that if she was his Lari, she would never have abandoned him even though she had to follow her parents’ plans. “Sleep,” she whispered while patting his back lightly. “I won’t leave your side.” Kevan fell asleep very quickly. Larissa was still awake as she counted his long eyelashes and couldn’t stop herself from touching his face. His skin was indeed as smooth and tender as she had imagined. Next time, she really had to ask him what his skincare routine was. The alarm clock by the bedside showed that it was past 1 am. Larissa got a shock and wanted to get up from the bed, but Kevan’s arms were twined around her waist like vines.

She dared not push them away by force for fear of waking him, but it was useless if she was too gentle. Just as she was panicking, Kevan’s eyes suddenly flew open, giving her a huge fright. Kevan’s gaze was blank until he saw her. He smiled happily and buried his face against her neck, brushing it against her like a puppy. “You’re really still here.” His voice was so soft that it was barely audible, but Larissa still heard him. Her heart gave a wild thump, and finally, she sighed softly and closed her eyes in resignation. Larissa was woken up by Kevan. He yanked her blanket away and picked her up h or izontally, then strode outside. Larissa was still somewhere in dreamland, and her eyes were only open by a slit. Her mind was fuzzy, and she couldn’t think straight. Only when Kevan opened the door, and the cold wind made her shiver and sneeze uncontrollably did she slowly sober up. By the time she was fully awake, Kevan was already standing outside her home while carrying her. He pressed her right thumb against the fingerprint reader and the door opened automatically. Larissa immediately struggled to get down. and said, “Thank you for the trouble, Mr. Rogers, but I can walk by myself!”Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Kevan looked at her coldly and warned, “Don’t move.” Larissa curled up and dared not make another move. He walked directly into her bedroom and asked, “Where’s your household register?” “Why do you want my household register?” Larissa didn’t know what he was getting at. Kevan put her down and took a folded paper out of his trouser pocket. “Did you write this letter of guarantee?” he asked and waved it in front of her face. Larissa felt as if she had gotten struck by lightning. Dylan, that prankster! Hadn’t he said that Kevan wouldn’t remember anything that happened while he was drunk?! Hadn’t he said that Kevan wouldn’t make her a bide by the letter?! So, what was happening?! “Mr. Shields wrote it.” She tried her best to cast the spotlight away from herself. Kevan narrowed his eyes and asked, “But I’m sure this signature belongs to you, right?” He pointed at the lower right corner of the paper. “This this doesn’t count,” Larissa said. She was starting to panic. “I can explain what happened last night.” … “What I need isn’t an explanation.” Kevan cut her off and said, “Elther marry me or be at my disposal.” Larissa felt as if she had fallen into a trap. She contemplated and weighed her options repeatedly, then said, “I choose the latter.” “Good.” Kevan smirked and said, “Then grab your household register and Identification card and follow me to the City Hall.”