After some time, someone opened the door.

Larissa rolled around to see who it was.

It was Kevan, the person she least wanted to see. He was wearing a cashmere sweater similar in color and style to the one he wore yesterday.

However, she knew it was a different sweater because Kevan had the habit of changing his clothes every day, even if they were spotless.

From the long pants he wore yesterday, he had switched to looser jeans. His hair was combed neatly and lay flat against his scalp, giving him a clean cut and fresh appearance.

Kevan came in, carrying a paper bag with a luxury brand logo on it. He approached her slowly and placed it on the bedside table.

"Your clothes," he said in an indifferent tone. There was no trace of guilt on his face from forcing himself on her yesterday.

"Oh," Larissa replied with a poker face.

Inexplicably, Kevan clenched his fists tightly. He continued speaking monotonously, "If you're awake, get up quickly. It's almost time for lunch. Afte