Before going to Dylan's house, Larissa took a trip back home to change into some comfortable clothes and took the gift she prepared. She had planned to meet Kevan at the entrance of Dylan's house, and when she arrived, Kevan was already waiting there. He stood there with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall.As she approached, he straightened his body and lowered his gaze onto the paper bag she was holding onto tightly. "Is this the gift you prepared?" he asked.Larissa nodded, "Yes."She glanced at his completely empty hands."Are you not joining the gift exchange?" "No, it's too boring." Kevan turned away and pressed the doorbell. Larissa pursed her lips at how stubborn he was. …Kevan and Larissa’s appearance caused a small uproar in the party. The guests present at the party were all old friends of Dylan. They were very familiar with Kevan and were very well aware of his dating life. To them, Kevan’s girlfriend was akin to a unicorn—non-existent. However, r
As Kevan spoke, the crowd burst into laughter."Oh my, who would have thought the great Mr. Rogers would be whipped by his girlfriend?""Finally, someone who can tame Kevan!""Larissa, you’re so awesome!""Any old punishment won't do! You should whip him!" A few of them chimed in among the crowd. Larissa joined in playfully, saying, "I'll consider it next time."She spoke very lightly and her laughter seemed genuine, she did not look like she was putting up an act. Kevan stole a glance at her and saw the faint smile on the corner of her lips. Her eyes were filled with joy as she no longer looked as tense as before. Perhaps the room was rather warm, as her face had turned rosy. The bright light illuminated her eyes, making them twinkle in the dimly lit room. Kevan tightened his grip around her waist, and his mouth and throat turned dry. He licked his lips and raised the glass in his hand, gulping down the remaining vodka in one go. The ice-cold liquid slid down his throat, r
She watched as Kevan downed an entire bottle of vodka with a straight face. Despite the strong alcohol, it seemed to have little effect on him. He remained upright in his seat, and his hand never loosened its grip on her waist. As the others called for another round of whiskey, Dylan interrupted and announced the next activity. "It’s time for the exchange of gifts!" This session had always been the least popular activity at his Christmas party for a very simple reason. It was an activity where a group of adult men had to prepare their own gifts out of sincerity. Oftentimes, there would be more creative gag gifts rather than actual thoughtful gifts, and almost everyone would be forced to accept whatever they were given. During such times, Dylan would always capture their exciting expressions with his camera and share them in their group chat. In previous years, everyone always lacked enthusiasm, but this year brought about a dramatic change."Great! I want to pick Larissa’s gift
In the end, Larissa left Dylan's house happily, holding a whip and a bunch of miscellaneous household items they had bought for her as a welcoming gift. Kevan walked with her, and after they left the house, she noticed that he was carrying a somewhat familiar paper bag."Isn't this the gift I brought?" she asked.She clearly remembered that the guy who drew her gift was the one who teased Kevan endlessly and poured him drinks. But how did the item end up in Kevan's hands after such a short while?"He didn't want it, so he gave it to me," Kevan said calmly.He was telling the truth, albeit omitting certain unnecessary details, such as blackmailing the guy with some information. Larissa had long noticed that he was quite well-respected amongst the group. Although they teased and joked with him, they ultimately wished him well. So, the intense commotion over her gift just now was probably just an act, a way to push his buttons. Regardless of who got it, it would eventually be give
Larissa took the empty glass from him, and knelt on the sofa, placing her thumbs on his temple as he gently massaged in circles. She leaned slightly towards him, her elbow resting against the back of the sofa to avoid falling onto him. Kevan kept his eyes open, staring straight at her.His gaze was too intense, and Larissa couldn't ignore it. She forced a dry smile and asked him, "What are you looking at?"Kevan didn't show any guilt for being caught, instead, he replied honestly, "I'm looking at you."Larissa's face flushed red and she asked, "Why are you looking at me?""Because you're beautiful," Kevan answered without hesitation.Larissa was surprised, and her hands paused for a moment. She cautiously lowered her head to meet his gaze. His deep eyes were bright and seemed somewhat innocent, like a naive child. The corners of his lips curved into a smile, but it wasn't his usual mocking smirk. Combined with his gaze, it appeared incredibly pure and innocent. Larissa was startle
Perhaps the situation was very similar, Larissa took it personally while explaining. However, it was obvious that Kevan's "Lari" was a lot luckier than she was. At least, the man who wanted to marry her loved her sincerely. "Really?" Kevan's expression suddenly grew serious. For one moment, Larissa nearly thought he was in his right mind. "Yes …" She nodded forcefully and said, "I wouldn't lie to you." Kevan stared at her intently for a long time as if he were trying to determine if she was telling the truth. "Then…will you leave?" His hand slid down her face to grasp her hand, their fingers interlocked. His palm was warm and Larissa's heart skipped a beat. She subconsciously used a gentler tone as she said, "I won't leave.""Then when will you marry me?" Kevan asked anxiously, leaning forward with a look of anticipation in his eyes. This question was … "Whenever you say." Lying to him once, twice, or thrice made no difference. Larissa spoke steadily. He wouldn't remember
Kevan waited by the door and yanked it open the moment the doorbell rang, giving Dylan a scare. "You're alone? Where's Larissa?" Dylan scanned the house with his neck outstretched and immediately spotted Larissa, who was waving at him from the middle of the living room. "Larissa's here, so why did you summon me?" Dylan asked impatiently. "Come in first, then we'll talk." Kevan wasn't in a rush to explain, and he went into the study to grab a pen and paper. In the quick two minutes he was gone, Larissa pulled Dylan to her and told him the situation in a whisper. "Mr. Rogers is drunk and he thinks I'm the woman he has feelings for. Now he even wants to marry me." Dylan was one of the few who knew about the situation. After listening to Larissa's explanation, he connected the dots and immediately guessed what Kevan was up to. He had to admit that Kevan was very cunning. When Kevan came out of the study, Larissa and Dylan instantly sat upright and pretended as if nothing had happened
Dylan's words made plenty of sense and immediately got Larissa convinced. "Fine, I'll sign it." Dylan only took two minutes to finish writing the letter of guarantee, and Larissa signed her name on it without hesitation. As per their plan, Dylan separated the letter into two copies and said, "So, I'll keep one copy, right?" Just as he was about to stuff it into his pocket, Kevan stopped him. "Give it to me." Dylan pouted and looked annoyed. "Fine, take it! It's just a piece of paper anyway, not some precious treasure!" Kevan gripped the letter tightly and pointed to the door. "You may leave now," he said. "What a way to burn bridges!" Dylan tutted and walked to the door. Then, he turned around and subtly made an "OK" sign at Larissa. "Does your head still hurt?" Larissa asked Kevan although it seemed very redundant. Seeing how energetic he was earlier, she already knew that he was as fit as a fiddle. However, Kevan slumped onto the sofa the moment he heard her question and fr