Chapter 333

Violet quietly let out a sigh of relief.

"Never mind then, I plan to teach you how to make mango millefeuille today."

Larissa's attention was drawn away by her quickly. "Sure!"

They kept working until the evening. Lunch was a chiffon cake that they baked.

In the midst of it all, Violet even pushed Larissa downstairs for some air, and they even took a nap in the afternoon together.

…

Kevan returned at his usual time. When he entered the house, he keenly noticed a pair of unfamiliar leather shoes in the entrance hall—based on the brand, it likely belonged to his mother.

The living room lights were on, but there was no one there.

He walked into the kitchen, and sure enough, his mother and Larissa were at the kitchen counter doing who knew what.

Hearing the noise, Larissa looked up first. "You're back." She smiled at him, her tone surprisingly soft and gentle. She had no choice but to play the role of a virtuous and considerate wife when she was in front of Violet.

Kevan grunted