Kevan waited by the door and yanked it open the moment the doorbell rang, giving Dylan a scare. "You're alone? Where's Larissa?" Dylan scanned the house with his neck outstretched and immediately spotted Larissa, who was waving at him from the middle of the living room. "Larissa's here, so why did you summon me?" Dylan asked impatiently. "Come in first, then we'll talk." Kevan wasn't in a rush to explain, and he went into the study to grab a pen and paper. In the quick two minutes he was gone, Larissa pulled Dylan to her and told him the situation in a whisper. "Mr. Rogers is drunk and he thinks I'm the woman he has feelings for. Now he even wants to marry me." Dylan was one of the few who knew about the situation. After listening to Larissa's explanation, he connected the dots and immediately guessed what Kevan was up to. He had to admit that Kevan was very cunning. When Kevan came out of the study, Larissa and Dylan instantly sat upright and pretended as if nothing had happened

"How nice," he sighed. Larissa's heart did a somersault and tears filled her eyes. All of a sudden, she actually regretted that she wasn't really his Lari. She thought that if she was his Lari, she would never have abandoned him even though she had to follow her parents' plans. "Sleep," she whispered while patting his back lightly. "I won't leave your side."Kevan fell asleep very quickly. Larissa was still awake as she counted his long eyelashes and couldn't stop herself from touching his face. His skin was indeed as smooth and tender as she had imagined. Next time, she really had to ask him what his skincare routine was. The alarm clock by the bedside showed that it was past 1 am. Larissa got a shock and wanted to get up from the bed, but Kevan's arms were twined around her waist like vines.She dared not push them away by force for fear of waking him, but it was useless if she was too gentle. Just as she was panicking, Kevan's eyes suddenly flew open, giving her a huge fright.

It was a middle-aged man, looking as stern as ever. His disapproving gaze hadn't changed since the last time they met. "Larissa." Upon hearing him utter her name, Larissa shuddered involuntarily. He had never bothered to acknowledge her before. The only time he called her name was to belittle and criticize her. "Mr. Seymour." Composing herself, Larissa addressed him like any other guest in the hotel. "Is there anything that I can help you with?""Come inside first," Xavier muttered and turned into the room, as if he knew that she would follow his orders. And indeed, Larissa complied.What if he was really here to make a complaint?It turned out she had guessed wrong."Your mother is sick." Xavier went straight to the point.When she heard the news, Larissa wasn't the slightest bit concerned with what happened to Yvette. "With her family's care and support, she should be able to recover soon," Larissa said formally as she maintained a professional smile on her face.

This was the first time Larissa had ever sat in the same car as Xavier. When Larissa was a child, she remembered watching Xavier and Lana from the window. Every morning, Xavier would send Lana to school. For a long time, her biggest wish was to be able to ride in Xavier's car too.Unfortunately, the fulfillment of her wish came too late now that she had a complete change of heart since her childhood. At this moment, she didn't even feel the slightest bit of joy; instead, she felt like she was on pins and needles. Xavier closed his eyes and took a nap, refusing to speak to her. The two bodyguards in the front seats didn't talk to her either. Larissa stared out the window in a daze, hoping that this drive would end quickly. Xavier had booked flight tickets in the first class and Larissa was given a seat as well. She thought that this was probably the only nice thing she experienced throughout the journey. As this was Larissa's first time in first class, her cautious

The layout and furnishings of the guest rooms in Seymour Mansion were all identical, even the bed sheets and covers were the exact same shade of white. Larissa was momentarily confused. She felt as if she was in her old room where she had slept for over ten years. Yvette was reclining on a bed that was placed in the center of the guest room. Her sallow cheeks had sunken in more since the last time they'd met, and her complexion appeared jaundiced.She was wearing an expensive silk nightgown, her long hair hanging loose. In the dim light, she appeared even more haggard."Mom! Larissa is back!" Lana exclaimed happily.Yvette's eyes welled up with tears. "Larissa … " Her voice choked as she reached out her hand toward Larissa. "Come to me quickly so that I can take a look at you!"However, Larissa stood rooted at the spot, afraid to approach her mother. She was afraid that as soon as she came closer, Yvette would transform into the sinister monster who tormented her during