Sweet Subterfuge

Larissa sat on the bed. Gary smoothly poured a cup of hot tea for her. Lewis went to the restroom and returned with a towel to
wipe the sweat off her lace.
Kevan stood awkwardly on the side, unable to find a way to join in.
Her attention had been on him all along. Sensing his discomfort, she quickly changed the look, asking. “Why are you here so
early?”
He shook the breakfast container in his hand, his tone carrying a hint of bitte mess, “I thought you were still asleep, so I brought
you breakfast.”
“Ch...” She inexplicably felt a bit apologetic. “I wake up at 7 am every day. Then, I have breakfast and do the rehabilitation.”
She had been a model patient at the hospital, sticking to a routine of early to bed and early to rise, actively cooperating with
treatment. and showing remarkable progress in recovery. The doctors often use her as an example to motivate other patients.
*It’s line.” Kevan replied indiferently. He raised his arm, about to toss the breakfast container into the trash can when Larissa
anxiously yelled. “Wait”
His motion froze, and he looked at her in confusion.
Well I feel hungry again after doing the exercises.” she said with a sheepish smile as she touched her belly. Her gaze fell on the
container in his hand, and she asked, “Can I have some?”
After a briel moment of bewilderment, he opened the container and quickly handed it over to her. “Of course!”
However, when she saw the breakfast-fried eggs and bacon still steaming hot, along with various fresh fruits-her excitement
dimmed. Naturally, he noticed the change in her expression but couldn’t understand why.
He had lasted the breaklast before, and it was cute delicious. The dishes were of high quality too. Besides, the ones he had
picked were her favorite.
Larissa gritted her teeth and questioned him in In.stration, “Where is my marinated steak? Or candied sweet potatoes? At the
very least, you could have made me scrambled eggs!”
When she received the photos Wendy sent her yesterday, she had been craving those dishes the whole evening. She even
dreamed about eating them in her sleep. “Kevan, you’re showing way too much favoritism, you know that? She was genuinely

upset.
“Huh?” He was momentarily puzzled. Finally, he managed to connect the angry emoji she sent him yesterday. He ligured out the
mystery that had been bothering him all night.
“Well if you really want them, I’ll find a place to make them for you right now.”
“Lar, those things are too greasy. You shouldn’t be eating them: They will hinder your recovery!”
Gary frowned with concern and glared disapprovingly at Kevan. “You’d beller leave now! Don’t bother my daughter Leave
today!Lewis. book him a flight ticket now and send him to the alipoit. Make sure he leaves. You can’t come back if he doesn’t!”
Lewis locked at Gary and then at Kevan torn between the two,
“Dad, can you stop being so unreasonable?”
Larissa was at her wit’s end with Gary. He was usually reliable and serious. But every time he faced Kevan, he became
unusually chidish. Sometimes, she leli embara ssed by his actions.
“If you keep this up, I won’t let you come to the hospital anymore,” she threatened.