Like a deer caught in headlights, Lana stared at him silently, eyes wide. The tears in her eyes failed to fall. When the elevator reached the 19th floor, Kevan led Larissa out of it, not sparing a glance at Lana.

"Thank you," Larissa said.

His words conveyed her true feelings. However, she could never bring herself to say them. The experiences she had as a child made her understand that nobody was obligated to treat her well, not even family or friends. Hence, she never could condemn or throw a tantrum like Lana had just done. Although the thought did cross her mind from time to time, all she could do was feel sad about it.

"Even your sister is willing to cook a meal to thank me, but all you can do is say thank you?"

Kevan had already let go of her. At the moment, he was leaning against her apartment door as he looked at her, eyebrows raised in displeasure.

"Well … should I cook a meal for you?"

Kevan scoffed. "A meal won't be enough."

"Huh?"

"From now on, I'll drive you to th