Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

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Chapter 95

He seemed to be calling out for someone, and that name was exactly the same as her nickname.

Larissa’s heart rate accelerated.

She clutched her chest and straightened her body. “Don’t overthink. Do not overthink-”

There were so many people in this world that shared the same name as her. Who knew which one of

those

people he was calling out for?

As if he were trapped in a nightmare, Kevan’s brows knitted even tighter, his expression becoming

increasingly panicked.

“Lari, don’t go!” He almost shouted this with all of his remaining strength, his voice pitiful and

desperate.

Larissa had never seen him look so fragile before. Suddenly, she felt a little sad for him as well, her

heart

wringing with pain.

Kevan’s arms emerged from below the covers and flailed about the bed. His fingers clenched and

unclenched,

as if he were trying to search for something around him.

Instinctively, Larissa reached out.

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As soon as Kevan’s hands touched hers, he caught her arm and squeezed it, the mere force of it so

strong that

she thought he was about to break her fingers.

Larissa sucked in a breath, stifling the cry of pain that threatened to rise within her.

Kevan, however, had quietened. His brows relaxed gradually and his breathing changed from his initial

shallow pants to long, drawn–out breaths.

Larissa sat against the headboard and wiped away the sweat on his face with a tissue.

Her emotions were all over the place, a mixture of fear and unease from the unknown dream he was

having. but there was also that unmistakable satisfaction that filled her chest as he gradually became

pacified.

The doorbell rang.

It must have been the doctor called in by the front desk.

Larissa attempted to remove her hands from his grip, but every time she shifted in the slightest,

Kevan’s grip

tightened.

“Don’t go-” he murmured.

She tried a few more times, and she even forcefully tried to pull her arms away, but Kevan only fought

harder.

The doorbell continued ringing–again and again, its frequency more and more impatient.

Larissa was aggravated, but she could think of no way to handle the situation.

Suddenly, an idea flashed past her mind. She leaned closer and whispered in his ear, “I’m not leaving,”

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“Liar-” Even if he was sleeping, he could still answer her.

Kevan scrunched his nose, his appearance downcast.

Larissa’s heart melted into a puddle.

She even found herself resenting the Lari he’d been calling for all this while.

Based on his actions, she must have hurt him very deeply.

“I’m not lying.” Larissa’s voice softened. “Really, I’ll just go get the door. I’ll be right back.”

Kevan lay unmoving, not saying a word.

“Kevan-” she called out gently, the tone of her voice lifting at the end, like a girl coquettishly seeking his

attention. “Be good, will you?” At some point, she even felt like she was coaxing a stubborn child to do

as he

was told.

Kevan pursed his lips before letting her go slowly.

Larissa was afraid that he would change his mind, so she sprinted out of the room immediately.

At the door, a doctor in a white coat stood.

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During the long wait, he’d exhausted all of his patience, so when he was finally standing face–to–face

with

Larissa, his attitude was brittle.

“Where’s the patient?” His voice was tense as he walked into the room without waiting for her to speak.

Larissa led him into Kevan’s bedroom.

“I’m so sorry, doctor. He’d been causing such a fuss just now and I wasn’t able to come and open the

door for you.” She smiled apologetically as she spoke.

The doctor retrieved a thermometer from his first aid kit and instructed Larissa, “Place this below his

armpit.”

After Kevan had showered, he’d changed into a set of pajamas that were buttoned all the way up to his

collar.

Larissa grumbled to herself, “He doesn’t even button up his shirt that tightly when he’s at work–why try

to be

so formal in his sleep?”

He really was a weirdo.

To take his temperature, she would have to unbutton his pajamas.

And yet, the minute Larissa’s fingers touched the first button, they were ferociously grabbed by Kevan.

He opened his eyes suddenly, frigidness filling their depths.

“Go away!” he bellowed.

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