Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 148

Kevan proceeded to undress, deliberately unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. His movements were graceful and unhurried, exuding an air of elegance.

Inexplicably, Larissa couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. Her gaze followed as his hands moved down the shirt gracefully, exposing his chest and abdomen.

Larissa already knew that there was no wound on his lace or neck. Looking intently, she couldn’t see any injury on his chest and abdomen except for the firm muscles that rippled under his flawless, unblemished skin.

Larissa frowned when she noticed Kevan dawdling. She urged him anxiously. “Quickly, take off your shirt”

Kevan chuckled lightly and asked in a trasing manner. “Are you in such a hurry?”

It was only then that Larissa realized how ambiguous her words sounded. “I just wanted to inspect the injuries on your body.” Her face

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Kevan glanced briefly at her and took off his shirt in one swift move before tossing it aside.

Holding her waist, he lowered his lips to her car and whispered. “If you are interested in doing other things, it’s not entirely impossible.”

Kevan’s scorching breath tickled the sensitive skin on her ear. His voice was gentle yet tinged with a hint of laughter. His words hinted something else that could happen between them, coaxing and teasing-

Larissa’s lace burned with embarrassment. She wanted to push him away, but she was afraid that it would aggravate his injuries.”

She clasped her hands tightly as her body grew stiff with anxiety.

Staring at Larissa’s trembling eyelashes, Kevan decided to stop teasing her. He knew that she needed more time to accept him.

This wasn’t the right time yet.

“What are you thinking about? Kevan let go of Larissa and smirked. “I just wanted your help to apply some medication to my wound. Why did your face turn so red?”

Realizing that he had just been teasing her. Larissa gritted her teeth and glared at him in exasperation.

Kevan’s smile grew wider, and his eyes twinkled with amusement.

“Here.” He turned to the side and pointed to his lower back. “It’s a little sore.”

The place where he pointed to had a purplish bruise about the size of a list. Just looking at it made Larissa wince.

“Have you been to the hospital?” she asked.

“No.” Kevan frowned. “It’s too much trouble.”

Words of reproach were on the tip of her tongue, but Larissa stopped hersell when she was reminded of their difference in position. She finally asked, “Do you have any massage ol?”

Larissa didn’t know who Kevan’s assistant was, but they somehow produced a bottle of massage oil on the spot.

Kevan was lying face down on the sola. Doubllully, he raised his head and asked Larissa. “Do you know how to do this?”

With her spindly arms and legs, did she have enough strength to massage the bruise away?

Larissa replied confidently, “Don’t worry, I’m an expert.”

As a child, she had endured frequent beatings, resulting in a constant array of bruises covering her body. Yvelle never brought her to the hospital because she feared the doctors would suspect her of child abuse.

Unable to bear seeing Larissa in such a pitiable state, the nanny at home purchased massage oll specifically for her bruises. She kindly taught Larissa how to massage the bruises to promote laster healing.

Since then, ten years have passed. Her skills were as proficient as those of a professional, Larissa knelt beside the sola and applied some

medicinal oil to her hands

“It might be a little painful so bear with i” she reminded Kevan.

Kevan pursed his lips and responded with a grunt.

With that, Larissa placed her hands on his lower back and started massaging the bruise.