"As expected, you really have good taste, Mr. Rogers!" Vivian complimented him sincerely. "These are the latest limited-edition shoes from Jimmy Choo, with only two thousand pairs around the globe!"Kevan was indifferent to her compliment, silently going over to Larissa and getting down on one knee.What?Larissa stared at the hair on his head, mouth hanging open from shock. Vivian's reaction was not any better than hers. Looking up at the former, Kevan's expression remained unchanged."Your foot." He held out his hand.It took a while for Larissa to realize that he wanted her to give him her foot."...Let me do it!" She was about to hop down from the high stool but Kevan gripped her left ankle."Don't move," he said with a frown of displeasure.Larissa froze before quietly shifting properly back onto the stool. Then Kevan pulled her foot toward him.His fingers were cold against her skin, and the pressure from his fingertips felt as if a thin current was racing through her bo
The heels were rather high for these shoes, much higher than the heels Larissa usually wore. She could not quite master the height difference yet and fell sideways just after taking a step. Thankfully, Kevan caught her before she could hit the floor.After using him to regain her balance, Larissa tried to leave his embrace, but he stopped her."Do you want to fall again?" he asked coldly, causing Larissa to bite her lip, and she stopped moving.Vivian, who had been quiet, finally spoke up. "How's Ms. Seymour's look? Is it…good to go?""Yes," Kevan replied."And you…?" Vivian studied him once again, her eyes showing her desire to try her little idea from before."I'm fine the way I am." Kevan ignored her passionate gaze and rejected her flatly.Vivian's shoulders drooped."Sit," Kevan ordered Larissa while patting the high stool. She did not know why he wanted her to do that, but she complied.Kevan crouched down again and helped her take off the heels, replacing them with her
Dylan's hand was left awkwardly hanging in the air.Confusion appeared on his face. However, his glasses concealed the smug excitement at succeeding in his mischief."Mr. Rogers?" He drew his hand back with a slightly raised eyebrow before deliberately reminding him. "If I recall correctly, Ms. Seymour is the companion that I invited.""If I'm seeing this right…" Kevan held on to Larissa's hand tightly, his dark eyes fixed at a specific point on the driveway. "That white Lamborghini coming over here is Sharon's car…"He had not even finished speaking yet when Dylan vanished. Larissa was so stunned by the speed of Dylan's escape—he literally melted into the night in a second.Her mouth was hanging open even as she stared at where Dylan had been."Time to head inside." Kevan pulled her hand, and Larissa got out of the car. She turned to look at the white Lamborghini with curiosity.In a few seconds, the white car zoomed into the wide parking area, the sound of its engine growing l
"Kevan!"A group of people got close and surrounded Kevan. There were both men and women in the crowd, young and old. Various perfumes mixed together causing Larissa to sneeze loudly.Two young ladies who were crowded near her let out expressions of disgust."Ew…! So gross…" They muttered."I'm sorry!" Larissa apologized quickly.Kevan, who had been responding to some seniors, suddenly turned over and said to those two ladies with extreme courteousness, "Could you please stand farther away? I am unused to the perfumes that you're wearing."The ladies' faces flushed with anger and embarrassment before they walked away sullenly.The smell of the perfume became lighter, but it was still quite pungent. Larissa used her mouth to breathe as much as possible to prevent herself from sneezing again.Kevan took note of her discomfort, but as he could not ignore his friends and seniors, he whispered to Larissa instead, "Find a place to sit down, and I'll come to you later."Larissa was m
His gaze moved down and caught sight of the wine stains on her bosom."What happened?" he asked.Larissa had no intention of starting anything, so she said calmly, "I accidentally spilled wine on myself.""Oh dear," Lucas frowned and opened the bathroom door for her. "It's best if you cleaned that up at once then!"Wine stains were difficult to get rid of. Larissa wet the stains with water and rubbed hard at the fabric, but her bosom remained stained a dark red.She collapsed onto the toilet bowl with exhaustion, rubbing ruefully at her aching arms while her feet hurt from standing for too long.If she were not worried about other people needing the bathroom, she would have stayed there until the banquet ended.The sound of her phone ringing shattered the peace and quiet she had just managed to gain.Thinking it was Kevan calling her, Larissa rushed to get out her phone. The screen showed an unknown local landline number.Her first thought was that this was a marketing call, b
Suddenly, Larissa remembered that Amber was still available!Although she did not know what had happened between Travis and Amber, their relationship was still much more intimate than hers and Travis'. Amber should obviously be in charge of paying for his medical fees."Please wait a moment, okay? I'll check if Travis has any other relatives or friends that you can contact. If I find their numbers, I'll let you know. Is that okay?" Larissa asked for the nurse's opinion.The nurse replied rather reluctantly, "Well, okay. But you must hurry!"Larissa did not actually have Amber's number, but she did have a bunch of Travis' colleagues' contact numbers. Texting them in their shared group chat, she asked, "Do you guys have Amber's number? Can you send it to me?"Several of them replied, "Isn't Amber in jail? Why do you want her number?"Larissa was surprised. She picked a more familiar colleague and asked in private, "When did Amber end up in jail? What did she do?"That person was t
Lucas was like a statue, his back against the wall and his phone in hand."How are you still here?" Larissa asked. She thought that he had left long ago.Lucas stowed his phone back into his pocket and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I thought that your gown would not be cleaned so easily…" His eyes glanced over to Larissa's bosom as he spoke, and when he saw the unchanged red stain, his expression shifted."I'm familiar with the owner of this villa. I can help you borrow a fresh set of clothes…""I appreciate your kind offer, but that won't be necessary," Larissa refused him with a smile. "Something came up, and I'll be leaving now.""Huh?" Lucas' eyes widened. "Are you leaving on your own? Or leaving with Mr. Rogers?"When Kevan came in, he was present too. It was difficult to not notice them with such a huge commotion, but considering the crowd that surrounded them earlier, he did not bother to join in.His purpose in waiting for Larissa was not only to just get her
This time it was Sharon's turn to be confused."You're leaving? Where are you going?""Something came up." Larissa had no intention to tell her more. She simply dipped her head in farewell and said, "Let's meet again in the future, Ms. Davis."…Kevan went back to the lounge with a stony face. The scattered crowd began to gather again. However, this time, he no longer had the mood to deal with them and blocked them off without saying anything."Mr. Rogers!" Sharon, who was sitting before the floor-to-ceiling window, waved at him.Out of everyone in the villa, he was the closest to Sharon, and she was likely the only woman apart from Larissa who did not try to flatter him in any way. Hence, he went over to her and asked in a low voice, "Is there something you needed, Ms. Davis?"Sharon did not hasten to answer his question, but she handed him the other glass of red wine from the table instead."I wonder if you'd be willing to drink with me." She smiled, but Kevan's eyes narrowed