Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 776

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 hardbag 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 clear 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. You’re telling me it isn’t cold?” Larissa was pissed.

Kevan shut her up with one sentence. “Your hands are redder than mine.”

Larissa looked down at her own hands. They really were redder than his.

She guillity tried to hide her hands behind her back. Alas, Aster was gripping one of her arms, so she could not move at all.

“Yeah, yeah! Mommy’s hands are sooooo cold!” Aster seemed to be going against her as he forced her hand into Kevan’s palm. “Daddy! Hurry and warm Mommy up!”

Kevan simply took her hand. His body was always cold. His hands were always colder than normal, Combined with the lact that he had run them under cold water to wash the dishes earlier Well, his hands were warmer than Larissa’s

Kevan’s eyes narrowed, and Larissa felt a tingling feeling on her head. She tried to pull her hand back, but Kevan only held or tighter.

“You will wear thermal clothing and a down jackel tomorrow,” Kevan’s voice was cold.

Larissa was about to refuse when she heard him say. “There’s no use refusing.” Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

His attitude was rather firm. “If you don’t wear it, I don’t mind dragging things out with you at home. I’m quite free now anyway.”

Larissa pressed her lips together. She did not voice out all the complaints she had.

“Got it” she answered. Only then did Kevan’s eyes solten a little.

“Hand.” He held out his other hand as he stared at her free hand. In such an atmosphere, Larissa did not dare do anything disobedient. She put her hand into his palm alter some hesitation.

Kevan pulled her and she was forced to move forward. He brought her hands under his sweatshirt, placing them against his hot body.

Larissa’s eyes widened in shock. She curled up her fingers at once as she tried hard to separate them from his body. Kevan did not give her that chance though.

“Be good.” He pulled her back.

Aster was blocking her off from behind too. “Mommy, just be good, okay?”

Trapped by both of them. Larissa could only admit defeat and let Kevan do whatever he wanted to her.