This scene was too familiar. Larissa used to experience this every day. Watching the poor waitress getting shouted at by Judy, Larissa could not help but think back to her old self. She used to get abused all the time by weird hotel guests.Unable to keep watching, Larissa tugged on Marilyn and said, "Let's go."Marilyn put away her phone, which she had been using to record the scene. She agreed with much anger and pity. "Alright."When they left the restaurant, Marilyn was still angry. "Judy is horrible! I didn't even know she was like that in private!"Larissa did not comment on Judy's actions. She did not want Marilyn to think that she was creating trouble or fanning the flames of conflict.When they said goodbye to each other, Marilyn said, "I must let Mr. Logan Senior know about Judy's true face!"…During dinner peak hours, Queensway was jammed with cars. There were no empty cabs that would pass by here.Marilyn offered to take Larissa home, but Larissa refused because of
Kevan was wearing a light gray sweatshirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows."How come you're back so early?" He was wiping his hands dry with a paper towel as he walked out of the kitchen.Larissa kicked off her heels. She walked toward Kevan with Aster."It's just dinner." She took the chance to throw her handbag onto the couch. She asked Kevan, "How about you two? Have you eaten?""We just finished," Kevan replied. "I was washing the dishes."Larissa froze as she looked at his hands. They were red because of the cold tap water. She hurriedly reminded him, "We have a dishwasher!""The dishwasher isn't as clean as my washing." Kevan's voice was mild, but his weird personality was on full display. Larissa knew how bad his clean freakishness was. She sighed. "Use hot water, at least!"Kevan threw the balled-up paper towel into the trash bin far away from him while standing where he was."It's fine." He stared at Larissa. "It's not cold.""Your hands are already this red
Stuck between two live "hand warmers," Larissa's frozen hands soon warmed up. She was relieved."Can you let me go now?" she asked Kevan.His face remained unchanged. He was still stone-faced when he removed her hands from under his shirt."I will fill the bathtub for you. Take a nice bath." With that, Kevan instructed Aster, "Make mommy a glass of orange juice. Make sure she finishes it.""Okay!" Aster ran off once he got his task. Larissa could not even stop him.Kevan stared at her. "Finish it before coming to the bathroom."…Kevan had already told Aster where the oranges were. So, Aster juiced the fruits and brought the cup to his mother slowly."Drink it quick, Mommy!" Aster put the cup into Larissa's hands. He dropped to his knees on the floor and put his head on her lap. He looked up to stare at her—clearly following Kevan's orders.The smell of the oranges made Larissa frown. She teased Aster. "This doesn't taste good. Can I not drink it?""Nope!" Aster glared hard a
Larissa's body jolted. She backed away automatically. But just as she had taken a step, her back was pressed up against the wet door, and her shirt was immediately drenched. The cotton fabric stuck to her skin, and it became transparent.Kevan walked closer to her. His face became clearer in the steam.Larissa was like a mouse that was caught by a cat. She trembled in the corner. "Don't—don't come here," she warned him ineffectively. "My ankle is fine. I don't need your help."Kevan watched her. Then, he held out his hand to her. "Come." His voice was very light, but there was a threatening tone to it.Larissa's hand was already on the door handle. Her brain was calculating the chances of successfully escaping.Kevan took one step forward and had her in his arms in a bridal carry before she could open the door.Larissa screamed so loudly that one's ears could have exploded.Kevan looked at her and reminded her, "Be quiet, don't scare Aster."Larissa immediately covered her mout
"Thank you," Larissa said.Hearing this, Kevan frowned.Aster did not understand what exactly was happening between them. When he saw that Kevan did not say anything, he put his hands on his hips and scolded the man. "Daddy! You must tell Mommy 'You're welcome'!"Kevan stared at Larissa dully before he finally said, "You're welcome."Aster was happy, but Larissa felt a chill run down her spine. She finished the milk, abandoned the glass, and escaped to her bedroom."I'm going to bed! You two go to bed too!"Aster watched her go and sighed. "Mommy is so old now, why is she still so naughty?"Kevan patted Aster's head as his expression softened. "It's okay if Mommy isn't good. We just need to protect her."…Larissa was able to fall asleep because the milk helped. Still, she was so cold that she woke up at midnight.The thick blanket was still covering her. It had not been kicked off by her while she was asleep like she thought.Larissa curled up, hugging herself m. She tried
Larissa did not sleep well. Previously, she was so cold that she was shivering. Alas, now she was so hot that she kept sweating.Still, there was a somewhat cold hand that kept holding hers. It gave her strength.When she woke up, the house was still dark. She stared at the ceiling for a while before she woke up fully. As usual, she rolled over to get her phone. But a strong grip pulled her back the moment she moved.Larissa hissed before getting a good look at what it was. Only then did she notice the dark figure half-lying on the bed. Even though she could not see the person's face, she knew it was Kevan.He was sleeping with one arm pillowing his head. He was sitting on the floor in a twisted position so that he could stretch out his legs.Her heart aching for him, Larissa pushed him using their joined hands. "Wake up!"Kevan did not sleep very deeply. He woke up the moment she called him. "You're awake?" He sat up. His voice was hoarse from sleep. Without waiting for Larissa
Kevan wished that he did not need to take his hand out of hers. When his hand was empty again, it felt like he left half of his heart behind too.Larissa did not stop him this time. She could go without breakfast, but Aster could not.While Kevan was making breakfast in the kitchen, Larissa got out of bed and went through her morning routine. After that, she grabbed her work things and went to Wendy's room.Having been distracted by the father and son last night, Larissa had forgotten that she wanted to focus on her work. Although she was still uncomfortable because of the cold, her fever was gone. But she could not fall asleep again even if she wanted to.It was better to finish the slideshow instead.It did not take long for someone to knock on the door. Larissa closed her laptop and stuffed it under the blanket with her documents."Who is it?" she asked."Me." Kevan pushed open the door. There was a tray in his hands. "I made chicken soup." He placed the tray on the bedside t
Kevan stared at her. He did not say anything, but his emotions were overflowing from his eyes."I know it hasn't been a week yet. But—" He licked his lips out of nervousness and held her hands instead. His voice was hoarse as he asked, "Do you have an answer already?"Larissa froze at once. She did not think that he would mention this. She had been counting the days. There were still three days left before the week was up. Larissa was not someone who dragged out decisions, but this specific decision was hard for her.She wanted to wait. But … Kevan could not seem to wait any longer."I …" She lowered her head. She did not know what to say.Kevan's bright eyes dulled at once. He did not plan to rush her. He knew that she still held things against him, and knew that this would not disappear so quickly.He was willing to give her time to process everything. But he could feel that she did care about him through her attitude today. And the reason that she cared about him—The more he