Kevan quickly got out of the car to open the door for Larissa. He also made sure to give her his arm.

Using his arm, Larissa stepped steadily on the floor.

She had made a rare change to her usual working heels—they were her "combat heels"—as both Kevan and Asterhad forced her to wear a pair of warm Ugg loafers instead.

Thank goodness the trousers she had chosen were long enough. It was just enough to hide the loafers that clashed with her overall style.

Kevan stood in front of her. He bent down and helped her zip up her knee-length down jacket until her neck was covered up.

"It's cold out," he said. When he saw her annoyed frown, he soothed her like a child. "Be good."

Larissa immediately looked away, her face red. She did not dare to look at him.

After a night of rest combined with the application of medicine from Kevan as well as a massage, the swelling at Larissa's ankle had shrunk. Still, she could not use too much force when walking.

She did not let Kevan send her up, but