Larissa was so tired that her exhaustion and anger gradually overpowered her rationality, so much that she no longer cared about the disparities between her and Kevan's social status, which consequently made her lose her fear of him."I just have ten dollars," Kevan told her without a hint of guilt on his face.The price of one cable car ticket was twelve dollars.Larissa was rendered speechless.Eyeing the endless mountainous terrain, she carefully replaced the cap of the mineral water before supporting herself up by holding onto the metal railings on both sides of the trail."Let's go," she said weakly.Kevan stood unmoving."Are you sure?" He raised his brows, the doubt in his voice apparent."We have to get to the top before we get hungry anyway." Larissa squeezed the bottle with one hand and grabbed the metal railings with another, plowing ahead with her head down.Kevan jogged in front of her and blocked her path."What?" Larissa looked at him, puzzled.Kevan switched his bottle

Larissa went straight into the bathroom to take a shower.After hiking up this mountain, her clothes had been soaked by her sweat, her disheveled appearance on par with Kevan's.She changed into a dry, casual outfit before going over and knocking on Kevan's door.Because of her, it was way past lunchtime when they arrived, and the little bit of breakfast she'd had that morning had already been depleted by the intense physical activities she'd been forced to perform.Larissa's stomach grumbled, and she guessed that Kevan felt the same, so she decided to invite him downstairs to get lunch together.Kevan did not open the door. Instead, he asked through the door separating them, "What is it?""Do you want to go get lunch?" Larissa asked him."You go. I'm not hungry," he replied."Oh, okay—" Larissa was a little disappointed, although she couldn't exactly tell why.…Larissa ordered two servings of food. She ate one of them and brought the other back to their room.Even though Kevan had sa

Larissa wasn't the only one who was shocked. The doctor who'd been standing on one side dropped the needle he had been holding upon Kevan's sudden bellow.Larissa froze, her heart stopping for two seconds and her mind going completely blank.When he'd finally identified the person standing in front of him, Kevan's rationality returned, and the ice in his eyes slowly dissipated.The tautness in his mind earlier relaxed as well, followed by a wave of sluggish drowsiness that hit him almost at once. He forced his eyes to stay open as he asked, his voice hoarse and weak. "Why are you here?"She snapped out of her daze as well.She pointed to the doctor as she replied, "You have a fever. The doctor is here to see you."It was then that he noticed the unfamiliar, middle-aged man standing behind her."Do you still have the strength to unbutton your own shirt?" Larissa waved the thermometer in her hand. "I need to take your temperature."Kevan removed her hands from his own and answered truthf

Larissa's eyes were tightly shut, her breaths equal and steady. She was obviously already in a deep sleep.Kevan smiled.Barely a few minutes ago, she'd been the one adamantly insisting that she wasn't tired at all.What a liar.She had promised—she'd said that she would never forget him. All those years ago—He lifted his right hand after much struggle, the urge to caress her head fiercely rising within him, and yet, his arms halted before they could approach her.His fingers curled into a fist.Forget it. He should just let her sleep peacefully.…The ringing of a phone shattered the rare harmony between the two.Larissa startled, bolting up immediately.In her daze, she groggily picked up her phone and was about to stop the alarm when she noticed the string of unknown numbers on her screen.She answered the call instinctively.The anxious voice from the other end was that of the nurse who'd been in charge of Travis' care. "Ms. Seymour, can you come to the hospital now?"Recalling he

Kevan had been accustomed to the filthiness of humanity since he was very young.He'd never trusted anyone—not even his own parents.The education he'd received told him that there were only two kinds of people in this world—those who were useful to him, and those who weren't.He'd never had deep interactions with people either, let alone go on to develop feelings for them.Joy, sorrow, anger, despair—all those emotions were nothing but distractions—luxuries he couldn't afford.A man like him… He supposed he was more of a perfect robot than a human. After all, what was he other than the machine created single-handedly by his family in order to inherit the family business?He could perfect a great many things, and none of those would be remotely flawed.Everyone he knew, and everyone else who knew him, had nothing but praise for him.And he'd never really questioned how wrong his upbringing or his life had been.That was until he met Larissa.Larissa was an unexpected presence in his li