Larissa was a little confused by his stare. She could tell that he was angry, but she did not know what he was angry about.

Lucas was completely unaware of what was going on between the two, and he excitedly rushed to Kevan and stuck out his hand.

"Mr. Rogers! We meet again."

Kevan had to give him half of his attention, and he made a non-verbal sound of acknowledgment. However, he did not shake Lucas' hand, which caused his smile to freeze on his face and the light in his eyes to grow dull.

Larissa quickly went over and explained to him. "Mr. Rogers is a germaphobe and doesn't like bodily contact with others."

Lucas was enlightened, and he withdrew his hand in embarrassment. "My apologies, Mr. Rogers. I have been too forward."

"It's fine." Kevan was surprisingly easy to talk to. "Thank you for today."

Flattered, Lucas' excitement was written all over his face. He was about to express his adoration and admiration for Kevan to him when the latter said, "Return the jacket to Mr. He