Kevan did not hesitate in picking Larissa up—bridal style. He made sure that his arm was pinning her skirt in place to preserve her modesty.

The hall became abuzz with chatter again.

The guests came over with concern for Larissa's injury.

"Is Ms. Seymour alright?"

"Is she hurt?"

"Is it serious?"

"Get a doctor to take a look at it!"

…

Kevan still ignored everyone. He only asked Larissa, "Where's your room?"

Larissa bore the pain as well as she could as she pointed to the stairs. "The second floor."

Kevan turned and headed to the stairs. However, he had only made it there halfway when someone stopped him.

Gary had blocked Kevan with Lewis with him.

"Mr. Rogers." Gary put on a fake smile, signaling Lewis to "grab" Larissa with his eyes. "We will take care of Lari. You don't need to trouble yourself anymore."

Lewis had just taken one step forward when Kevan moved aside. He avoided Lewis' hand.

"I'll send her up." Unlike before, where he had always been accommodating, Kevan de