His phone number had never changed all these years, so it was not difficult for her if she wanted to find it. Besides, Aster's phone had a copy of his phone number too.
"Larissa requested to chat with me on WhatsApp!" Dylan's voice unconsciously grew louder, and there was excitement and delight in his tone.
Although he had gotten Larissa's phone number from Aster early on, he had not dared to reach out to her due to his fear of his secret communication with Aster getting exposed as well as his fear of Aster getting a scolding from his mother. He did not expect her to reach out voluntarily to him, but he could guess at her motives for doing so.
Before he could accept the request, Kevan snatched his phone from him and accepted on his behalf. Larissa must have been waiting on the other side because she sent a text at once. "Aster is my best friend's son! My question to you has nothing to do with Aster, so don't think too much into it! And don't you dare spew any nonsense to anyone, ESPECIALLY when you're in front of Aster!"
Hearing the notification sound, Dylan stood on his tiptoes to peek at the screen.
"Psh! She's deluding herself!" he snickered.
Aster had already called her "Mommy" so many times in front of him, and she was still trying to act around him!
Kevan pressed his lips tightly together and typed, "Okay." before hitting the "send" button. He did not return the phone to Dylan but stared at Larissa's profile picture for a long time. The picture was of her and Aster at some amusement park, and they were each wearing some sort of floral headpiece, which made them look adorable. Their faces had radiant smiles, which made him happy and bitter at the same time.
He saved this picture and used Dylan's WhatsApp to send it to himself. After that, he tapped on Larissa's profile once again—but there was only a blank avatar left. She had blocked Dylan, and she never sent any other texts again.
Dylan took his phone back and said smugly on purpose, "Do you need me to give you Larissa's phone number?"
Kevan eyed him blandly. "I have a video of you drunk, hugging another woman, and calling her 'Shay'. Do you need me to help you send it to Sharon?"
Dylan immediately tucked his phone away and smiled apologetically. "Mr. Rogers, my dear bro. Mr. Bro Rogers! You're a benevolent man, so you can let me off this time, right?"
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