"How do you know my name? Besides, were we acquainted previously? Who's my wife?" Kevan asked.

Larissa was taken aback at his questions.

She stared intently at Kevan, trying to determine whether he had truly lost his memory or was just pretending to be ignorant.

There was a hint of confusion and a genuine desire for her answers in his eyes.

Larissa averted her gaze and said calmly, "You're the pressure of Microworks Corporation. I had the privilege of meeting you once and remembered your name. It was just a slip of my tongue previously. There's nothing personal between us, and I have no idea who your wife is. I heard that you got married, that's why I was concerned that your wife would misunderstand our relationship."

Wordlessly, Kevan fixed his gaze on her. Larissa couldn't discern whether he believed her words or not.

Feeling guilty, she didn't dare linger any longer. "Anyway, don't follow me anymore!"

With that last warning, she quickened her pace and almost ran home,