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