Chapter 103
Sweet Subterfuge
While Kevan was showering, she went back to her own room. She found her phone that she had neglected throughout the night and was surprised to find a few missed calls. Other than crecall that was from the hospita, the others were from an unknown number. She was certain that the hospital had called regarding Trays, but she also felt that the other cals had something to do with this. She did not call back and went to take a shower instead to freshen herself up After that she took her phone with her and went to look for Kewan, He was still in the bathroom, and Larissa could hear the land sound of nunning water, She started reflecting on hersell, asking herself if she was loo shabby. Even a man put more time into showering than she did, Kevan only came out of the bathroom after a long time. His pajamas were dirty, so he only had a towel wrapped around his wast Larissa was already eating her porridge in the living room. âArenât you going to blow dry your hair? She put down her spoon and looked at him disapprovingy. Kevan had washed his hair but did not wipe it dry. Druplets of water were dilpping down onto his chest, his back, and the floor. It usually didnât matter, but he was sics now.
âGive me a moment, said Larissa. She locked for the hair dryer and plugged it in, then beckoned Kevan to sit down on the couch. She crouched beside him with one hand holding the hair dryer and another combing through his hair. Her fingertips brushed his scalo and the hot air tickled his ears, making him blush. His hands hurg by his sides out of her sight, and he clenched them into lists. He had to put a lot of strength into suppressing his desire of pushing her down onto the couch, The smooth, thin strands of his hair weaved through Larissaâs fingers, making her want the moment to last longer, When she switched off the hardryes, she actually tell reluctant âItâs doneâ she said, Kevan came back to his senses abruptly when the loud noise from the hair dryer stopped. Even so, the flame burning inside him did not diminish in the least.
Larissaâs phone rang and the call was from an unknown number. Remembering the little misunderstanding between her and Kevan the previous day. she subconsciously felt like avoiding him.
Tm going to answer the phone,â she said and went into the bedroom. Kevan stared at the shut door as the fire in him extinguished. The surrounding lemperature also seemed to drop to zero.
âMiss Larissa Seymour?â said a male voice that sounded like someone in his maâthiâties.
âThatâs me,â answered Larissa.
âItâs a pleasure to talk to you. Iâm Sanders, a police officer from the north precinctâ
The moment she heard that he was a police officer, she could guess why he had called. âGood day.
Officer Sanders. Are you caling about Traws Hardyâs case?
âYes.â Officer Sanders confirmed and asked. âThe nurses at the hospital told me that youâre at Starry Mountain, Could you hurry back to the city? We need your assistance on the investigation.â Larissa couldnât turn the police cown, so she estimated the time it would take and said, âI might only reach the city in the afternoon.â
âitâs fine. Iâll wall for you at the police station. Just tell my colleagues youâre looking for me when you arrive.â
Larissa did not pack her luggage. She prepared to leave right after changing her clothes. Kevan was still sitting in the living room and his bowl of porridge was untouched. âAre you going now?â he asked and stood up. âGive me a second to change my clothes, and II. send you there.â
Larissa turned him down. âIâll go by mysell. Donât you still have to participate in the ever 17â³ She still remembered why he had brought her to Starry Mountain.
âThe event was last night. We already missed it,â said Kevan plainly, as if he didnât care at all