Larissa was not quite able to react at the moment, so she failed to respond to him.
Kevan swiftly turned away, avoiding eye contact with some guilt. He pulled open the bedside table drawer and retrieved a billfold. Then he drew out a card.
“This is my supplementary card. There’s no limit to it. Just swipe it whenever you want.” He handed the card to her. “Consider it compensation for last night.”
While he was saying all that, he stared at the bed, not really daring to look at her. His heart was pounding faster than it usually did, and he held his breath, listening attentively to Larissa’s movements.
Larissa had long since figured out that he was acting weird. Getting involved with him was her own choice. However, what he said earlier caused her fury to flare up.
What did he take her for?
“You’re quite generous, Mr. Rogers.” A mocking smile appeared on her face. “But we’re all adults here. This is nothing. Besides, not anyone can just sleep with someone like you. If you really want to do the math, I didn’t lose anything, in fact, I’ve gained something. So—” She pushed the card back at him. “You can keep this card, Mr. Rogers. I don’t need it.”
Keeping her eyes locked on Kevan’s dull gaze, Larissa sat up with the sheets wrapped around her. Her anger had turned into courage. She rested her chin on her hands and said tartly, “If you really want to compensate me, how about accompanying me a few more times?”
She thought that Kevan would get angry. He could even fire her in rage, but he did something completely unexpected.
After getting over his shock, Kevan raised an eyebrow and smiled somewhat playfully.
“Sure,” he said, “As long as you want it, I’ll oblige.”
…
Larissa practically ran away.
She overestimated her courage and underestimated Kevan’s.
As she left Room 8888, she almost crashed into someone.
“Sorry!” she said frantically, and the other person let out a “Huh?” of excitement and curiosity. There was no disapproval whatsoever. Only then did Larissa realize that it was the man who checked in with Kevan the day before yesterday.
He was elegant, although his brow was softer than Kevan’s, which gave off an air of approachability. He wore a pair of gilt-edged glasses, looking very much like a gentleman as well as having the aura of a white-collar elite.
“Last time Kevan was hurrying me, so I wasn’t able to say hello. So, hi!” The man offered his hand to her. “My name is Dylan Shields. I’m a lawyer who specializes in handling divorce cases.”
The word “divorce” was emphasized, and an idea struck Larissa. If it were not for the fact that she was wearing Kevan’s big shirt, as well as having that red mark on her neck, she would definitely sit down and have a good talk with Dylan.
“Hello, Mr. Shields.” She shook his hand and let go after two seconds. “I’m afraid that I have work, so I’ll take my leave.”
“Wait—” Dylan stopped her and pulled out a tin of ointment from his pocket. “This is for you.”
“Burn cream?” Larissa was confused. “Why do I need this?”
Dylan gestured to her right ankle. “Weren’t you hurt? You’ll heal faster with that ointment.”
The spot where she had been scalded by hot stew two nights ago had long since stopped hurting, but a dark red mark was left behind. Larissa did not expect Dylan to notice this—they had only met briefly in the hotel lobby after all, and she did not think that he would specifically buy medication for her.
“Thank you, Mr. Shields.” She was flattered.
However, Dylan said, “If you want to thank someone, thank Mr. Rogers. He bought this ointment yesterday when he went out, but it was left behind in my car. I have something I need him for, so I was just going to give it to him in passing.”
Larissa froze. Kevan got her medication? Why?
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