Sweet Subterfuge novel by Trina Duo novel Chapter 954

Lewis had a suitcase he specifically used for business trips. There were a few sets of clothes inside and some daily necessities. He always put this suitcase in his car, so he could leave at any time for any last-minute business trips.

Now, this suitcase was serving its purpose.

Larissa arranged for Lewis to stay in another guest room. It was just next door to Wendy's. Wendy had met Lewis a few times. Although they were not "familiar" with each other, they were not complete strangers either.

Wendy had nothing against Lewis coming. She also did not think that her life would be impacted as well. After all, Lewis and Larissa usually left early and came home late. They spent very little time with her at home.

"Have you guys had dinner?" Wendy asked Lewis and Larissa before Lewis entered the guest room to clear it up for himself.

Lewis and Larissa had worked overtime and had just gotten home now. They had no time to eat at all.

"Is there anything else left to eat here?" Larissa had not felt hungry until Wendy asked her that.

She did feel a little hungry.

"Nothing ready-made. If you want to eat, I'll cook some pasta or lasagna for you both?"

The caretaker Larissa hired was only in charge of Wendy's daily meals.

She usually did not make extra food.

Thankfully, the apartment had plenty of convenient foods that Larissa stockpiled on, so they would not go hungry.

"No need for me." Lewis politely refused. He took his suitcase and entered the room. The door closed in Larissa and Wendy's face.

Wendy stuck out her tongue. After they had walked far away, she only complained quietly to Larissa. "Your cousin is so cold! Previously when he came to have our steak dinner, he seemed rather friendly. Why did he change so much after only a short time?"

Wendy rolled her eyes with annoyance and just threw a "Fuck off!" at Larissa. Therefore, Larissa "fucked off" into Lewis' room. Lewis was sitting at the desk, staring at the laptop staring at who knew what.

"Are you still working?" Larissa felt bad for him, and she felt guilty too—He was already having it so hard, but she could not help him at all.

"No." Lewis clicked his mouse. "I'm looking at the surveillance camera footage outside Uncle Gary's office."

"Haven't you already seen it?" Larissa moved closer as she put the tray down. "Or have you found some clues?"

"Not yet, so I need to go through it many more times." Lewis looked at the freshly cooked lasagna on the tray. He raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "This is?"

"Lasagna that Wendy made for you," Larissa said, "Didn't you not eat dinner as well? Have something to eat. Don't give yourself stomach issues because of work."