Sweet Subterfuge novel by Trina Duo novel Chapter 9

Dylan spat out the water he had just drunk.

He hurriedly leaned forward to grab tissues from the dispenser and wiped his mouth as well as the wet stains on his clothes.

"My apologies." He was a tad embarrassed, and yet there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. Once he had straightened up again, he pretended to act serious by rubbing his chin in deep thought. Then he said in a straight-faced manner, "There actually is something wrong with Mr. Rogers. He really does have a problem."

Larissa perked up at that.

"He’s a total germaphobe," Dylan grumbled with disdain, clearly having been a victim of it.

This bit of gossip was nothing exciting for Larissa, but as she had not quite experienced it herself, she could not relate to him.

She just didn't quite understand. "How does being a germaphobe have anything to do with rejecting Karin Gallagher?"

"Mr. Rogers’ germaphobia is so extreme that he can’t even have bodily contact with anyone else. When he goes out on business trips, he doesn’t even want to shake other people’s hands."

Dylan’s words shocked Larissa once more.

When Kevan checked in that night, he clearly shook her hand, and last night, they had…

Larissa naturally would not think that she was the only exception for Kevan. After all, he did say that he originally wanted to have her get a call girl. Hence, she did not understand how Kevan’s ridiculous germaphobia would lead him to refuse Karin and have a call girl instead. Could it be that Karin was dirtier than a call girl to him?

Dylan saw her confusion but did not elaborate. Some things could not be interfered with by outsiders like him.

Larissa did not have the courage to ask either.

Now that business was concluded, she did not intend to stay any longer. As it just happened to be dinner time now, she asked out of courtesy, "Do you have any plans for tonight, Mr. Shields? How about having dinner? My treat."

Dylan did not stand on ceremony either. "Sure. Can I bring someone with me?"

Larissa could not think of anyone else but Kevan as Dylan’s tagalong. Even if she did not want to meet Kevan due to last night’s events, he did help her out this morning. So, she needed to show her gratitude to him too.

"Of course." She nodded with a smile.

…

The Regal Dynasty Hotel’s restaurant had a 3-star Michelin rating. Hence, it would not be considered negligent to invite someone of Kevan’s status to have a meal here.

Larissa and Dylan went over to occupy a table first. Kevan only arrived half an hour later. Unlike Dylan’s casual attire, he was still dressed in a suit, and his hair was clearly taken care of. His bangs had been completely swept up, revealing his gleaming forehead.

"I was in a meeting. It only ended now." He gave only a brief explanation for his tardiness.

Dylan was long used to this, and replied without complaint, "Have a seat."

The waiter arranged a four-person table for them. As Larissa was not familiar with Dylan, they naturally sat on opposite sides of the table. She thought that Kevan would sit with Dylan, but who knew that he would sit next to her without bothering to ask for her input?

The table was not very big, so they were very close to each other. Larissa only needed to move her arm a little to touch Kevan’s. For that, she felt like she was sitting on a hot pan, but Kevan seemed unaware of her dilemma.

"Why were you together?" He seemed to be asking this in passing, but his narrowed eyes had a cold glint to them that caused Larissa to hunch a little.

Dylan just smiled and threw the question over to Larissa. "This involves the privacy of my client. I think it’s better if Ms. Seymour spoke for herself."

"Client?" Kevan caught on to the key point before turning to look at Larissa, his eyes suddenly warmer than before. "You want a divorce?"

Larissa normally hated talking about her private affairs to others, but since Kevan had asked, she could only bite the bullet and confirm it. "Yes."

Kevan let out an unprecedented smile.