Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 686
Kevan’s seriousness made Larissa feel more panicked than ever. Clutching at the sheets lightly. Larissa asked so softly that she
almost
could not be heard. “Talk about what?”
Kevan did not give her the chance to escape this. “Aster.”
What was meant to come had come in the end.
Closing her eyes. Larissa took a deep breath and tried to calm her pounding heart.
“You’re mistaken,” she said. “Aster is not your son. This was the only way that would prevent her from thinking further into it.
“The report would not lie.” Kevan’s gaze was lixed on her. His voice was just a bit hoarse. “Larissa, don’t lie to yourself.”
“Lie to myself?” This term seemed to have triggered Larissa as she laughed suddenly. Her eyes were filled with plain mockery.
A chill crept up Kevan’s spine, and his pupils shrunk a little. His fingers dug hard into the soft flesh of his palm.
“Ask yoursell, Kevan Rogers. Who was the one who has been lying to themselves? Her timidity vanished, and Larissa’s eyes
became sharp. Her demand also sounded like it was ringing loudly in the room.
Kevan did not dare to look her in the eye. “What are you saying?” His voice was calm, and he used his “confusion” to show his
innocence.
Larissa’s snort of laughter was louder than ever. “You probably don’t remember, but I got pregnant with Aster when you were
injured and
In a coma.”
The meaning in her words was clear. An injured person in a coma could never get her pregnant unless Kevan had only been
acting.
Fear consumed Kevan once again–fear that had been ignored for a long time. Kevan struggled to maintain his calm as he
insisted. “I really don’t remember anything.”

Larissa stared at him in silence for a long while. Kevan also used silence as a response. He relused to say anything to explain
himself.
“Forget it if you don’t remember.” Larissa sighed.
Kevan had just breathed out a sigh of relief when he heard her say, “You definitely thought that that’s what I would say, right?”
The sneer in her voice was very thick and heavy.
Kevan’s eyes twitched, and his lips moved, but he did not know what to say.
“You were the one who said you wanted to talk”
Larissa put emphasis on the word “you,”
“But you’re the one who doesn’t want to talk now.”
“Leave.” She lost all patience in dealing with him. “There’s nothing to talk about between us.”
Kevan did not move, though. After a while, he seemed to have made a decision as he said. “Fine, I’ll talk.”
A little surprised. Larissa looked up at him. Kevan was looking at her too.
His cold expression had a hint of helplessness in IL Kevan was only willing to concede because it was Larissa.
“You guessed right.” Even though he knew that his words would start a huge wave, Kevan still admitted it “I was not really in a
coma at that time.”
This was the truth that Larissa had been desperately trying to avoid.