Dylan deliberately emphasized the word "girlfriend" and dragged out the end syllable of the word.Larissa's face turned red, and she immediately explained, "Julia misunderstood the situation.""I don't think it's a misunderstanding. Aren't you Kevan's girlfriend?" Dylan showed a sincere expression. Just as Larissa was about to retort, he added, "Your contract wasn't signed for nothing."That made Larissa shut up. Then, Dylan rapped on the table and addressed Kevan, who had been standing in place after he entered the house. "Aren't you going to pan-fry the steak?" Kevan shot him a warning glare and said, "I didn't prepare anything for you." "Well, I don't like steak anyway." Dylan acted as if he didn't understand the meaning of his words as he looked at the steaming pot. "I'll have some seafood instead." Kevan couldn't scold him in front of Larissa, so he temporarily suppressed his anger and scooped a spoonful of butter into the pan.Dylan had no intention of stopping and sa
When they argued, Larissa felt extremely uneasy. Dylan was using disposable items like a guest while she was… Lost in her thoughts, Larissa absentmindedly cut into the steak, resulting in a jarring sound as the knife grated against the plate. Both Kevan and Dylan's gazes snapped to her. For a moment, even Larissa was shocked. "Finding it difficult to sink your teeth into?" Dylan jested, a teasing tone in his voice. "No!" Larissa quickly denied, her gaze shifting towards Kevan. Then, she lowered her head and added, "The steak is delicious." Kevan's culinary skills exceeded her expectations. The steak was cooked to perfection, and he had even made the black pepper sauce himself from scratch. Remarkably, the sauce had an impeccable taste, comparable to that of high-end restaurants.Kevan seemed to have read her mind and explained, "I bought the slippers because I found them adorable. Since no other woman has visited my place, I thought you could wear them. If you prefer dispos
When the door closed, Kevan set his cutlery down on the table."Aren't…" Before Dylan could finish his sentence, Kevan discarded all the remaining food into the trash can, including the lobster he had peeled. "Hey!" Dylan exclaimed, but it was too late for him to stop Kevan. "If you don't want to eat it, you can give it to me," Dylan complained. However, Kevan ignored him and cleaned the table with a cold expression. Once he was done, he put all the plates into the sink. Then, he turned on the tap and washed away the dirt on his hands. He pointed at the sink and told Dylan, "You're responsible for washing the dishes." After saying that, Kevan went to take a shower. Dylan was still there when he came out, sitting on the sofa and watching TV. Kevan noticed that the sink was now empty. Kevan draped the towel around his neck and asked impatiently, "Why are you still here?"Dylan crossed his legs and adopted a serious expression. "I need to teach you a lesson," he declared.
When Larissa reached her office, she locked the door behind her, feeling a sense of unease settling in. Unable to fully concentrate on her work, she found herself constantly on edge, listening intently to any sounds or movements outside her office. When someone passed by her door, she would freeze and be on high alert. Even after the person had moved on, she still felt tense. By the morning's end, her state of tiredness was no different from when she got off work.Close to noon, Larissa saved the report she had done halfway and was about to grab lunch. Suddenly, she heard footsteps outside her door again. This time, the footsteps came to a halt right outside her door. Subconsciously, she held her breath, her senses on high alert as she tried to discern the sounds. Her heart was racing. Suddenly, there came three knocks on her door, causing her to involuntarily swallow nervously. Then, she asked, "Who's there?" "It's me," came the voice of a young man, sounding oddly familiar.
After a few days of being on high alert, Larissa never encountered Yvette again. She surmised that Yvette must have returned to Bartham. Larissa thought that Yvette had probably learned from the Hardy family that her disobedient daughter had finally received a deserving punishment. Although she was slightly hurt by the whole ordeal, at the very least, her reputation wouldn't be affected. Hence, she didn't need to stay in Covenford anymore.While Travis' funeral was taking place, Larissa seized the opportunity to accompany Dylan to the courthouse. With Travis no longer alive, the need for a divorce dissipated. Nevertheless, Larissa had to address matters concerning the house. Substantial evidence emerged, prompting the housing authorities to acknowledge their errors and declare the transfer procedures for Travis' property as invalid. As a result, the ownership transfer was revised, designating Larissa as the rightful owner.The entire process was not without its challenges. Fortunatel
The waiter soon found Larissa's name and said, "Okay. Please follow me." Larissa stepped inside and was taken aback by the sight of the hall brimming with pink roses. The walls, ceiling, tables, and even the chandelier, were adorned with artful arrangements of pink roses. As a result, the warm yellow lights reflected a soft pink hue, enhancing the ambiance with a gentle and dreamy atmosphere. While still in the hobby, she overheard the roses being flown in from abroad. There were about six large crates of it, and it took a team of dozen people to meticulously decorate the venue. It was evident that Lucas had spared no expense or effort in organizing this banquet. Lucas had reserved a small ballroom with approximately thirty tables. The guests' names were placed on each chair to ensure everyone was in the right place. Larissa was seated at a table positioned in the center of the hall. To her surprise, there was an empty seat opposite her, and as she looked closer, she noticed that
The girlfriend turned out to be Lana. Larissa wondered how she forgot that October 23rd was Lana's birthday.As she recalled the past, she clenched her handbag so tightly that she began trembling. Before she left the Seymours, she had spent every October 23rd hiding under the covers of her blanket in her room. She refused to watch the joyful occasion happening outside her room or listen to the laughter that echoed outside. They were nothing but a reminder of how unwelcome she was in that family.As old memories and negative emotions arose, her breathing turned shallow. Despite the warm temperature of the venue, she began to shiver.Just then, Lucas cleared his throat in the microphone, which silenced the audience immediately. The abrupt silence brought Larissa back to her senses. She got to her feet, deciding to slip away quietly before Lana noticed her. However, before she went far, she ran into someone. A faint, familiar, manly scent filled her nostrils.She froze in her tracks.
With everyone's attention on her, Lana, the little princess, smiled proudly during Lucas' speech."Two years ago, we were both in Bartham, celebrating her birthday with her family. However, due to my job transfer last year, we were separated by distance, spending more time apart than together. It caused my little princess a great deal of hardship. She left her family behind and flew to Covenford to spend her 24th birthday with me today." Lucas' hand gradually moved upward, wrapping around Lana's waist. Affection filled his gaze, and his tone grew gentler as he said, "I hope you like everything I've prepared for you."As his words fell, Lana turned her head to look at him."I really like it," she said softly.The audience began to cheer, shouting, "Kiss her! Kiss her!" They seemed more excited than Lucas himself. Blushing, Lucas laughed along with the crowd. He looked at Lana but made no moves.After a while, he shook his head and said, "I'm shy. Let's skip that."Immediately,