Chapter 116

Dylan deliberately emphasized the word “girlfriend‘ and dragged out the end syllable of the word.

Larissa’s face tumed red, and she immediately explained, “Julia misunderstood the situation.”

“I don’t think it’s a misunderstanding. Aren’t you Kevan’s girlfriend?” Dylan showed a sincere expression.

Just as Larissa was about to retort, he added, “Your contract wasn’t signed for nothing.

That made Larissa shut up. Then, Dylan rapped on the table and addressed Kevan, who had been standing in place after he entered the house. “Aren’t you going to pan–fry the steak?”

Kevan shot him a warning glare and said, “I didn’t prepare anything for you.”

“Well I don’t like steak anyway.” Dylan acted as if he didn’t understand the meaning of his words as he looked at the steaming pot. T have some sealood instead.”

Kevan couldn’t scold him in front of Larissa, so he temporarily suppressed his anger and scooped a spoonful of butter into the pan. Dylan had no intention of stopping and said, “I need to use the washroom. Take off your slippers, and let me wear them.” “No!” Kevan didn’t turn to look at him.

“Why are you so stingy? Dylan glared at him and muttered in dissatisfaction. “We’ve been friends for so many years. Now that you’ve moved, you didn’t even prepare a pair of slippers for me. Both of you have slippers, and I’m the only one barelant. Don’t you feel ashamed?”

Kevan didn’t care, but Larissa was anxious.

“Mr. Shields, why don’t you wear mine?”

“No way!”

“Don’t let him!”

Kevan and Dylan spoke simultaneously, their gazes locked on each other. After an intense exchange of glances. Dylan was the first to avert his eyes.

“Your slippers are too small and pink. They’re not suitable for me.” he commented to Larissa “Aren’t you going to the washroom? What if there’s water on the floor, and you get your socks wet?

Larissa asked, removing her slippers as she spoke. Her genuine concem made Dylan feel embarrassed.

“I was joking. There are disposable sippers in the shor cabinet. I just don’t like wearing those.” Then, he walked over to the entrance and retrieved a pair of disposable slippers.

“Disposable slippers? Larissa was shocked. She had only seen them in hotels, and it was uncommon for people to have them at home.

“You’re clueless, huh?” Dylan laughed. “The things Kevan prepares for his quests are cisposable.”

Larissa glanced down at her feet, feeling helpless.

“Don’t t you need to use the washroom? Why are you being so talkative? Kevan linally couldn’t tolerate him anymore.

Dylan chortled gleefully and said, “Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll stop talking.”

Scon, dinner was served, with two bowls containing lobster and seafood, along with individual servings of steak lor Larissa and Kevan.

Then, he gave Larissa a set of silver cutlery and Dylan a pair of disposable cullery and a plate.

“Hey, this special treatment is too obvious, don’t you think? Dylan complained.

Kevan didn’t even spare a glance as he said. “If you want to eat, then don’t complain.”

Kevan left his sentence unfinished, but Dylan completed it in his mind, “Otherwise, just leave.”

“I think this is convenient to use and saves time on cleaning.” Dylan lound a justificat on for himsel