Kevan carried Larissa to the dining room and placed her in her designated seat. Originally, there was no "designated" seat in the dining room of his house, and everyone could sit wherever they wanted, but Violet was a fussy person. In the past, she wasn't bothered because she rarely visited. Now that she visited every day, she gradually noticed many things she didn't like.The first thing that caught her eye was the minimalist furniture. To make the house more homey, she bought many tiny decorations and ornaments, filling the house with her signature touch.The dining chairs in Kevan's house were made of wood, which was comfortable to sit on in the summer but particularly cold in winter. Therefore, Violet covered each chair with a plush cartoon cushion. She even designated a seat for each person. Larissa was the rabbit, Kevan was the bear, and she was the little cat she had always wanted to rear but was not allowed to by Anthony.Kevan wasn't a fan of the changes in the house, but s

After Violet left, Kevan sat alone in the living room for a long time. He knew his mother was just speaking out of anger and wouldn't actually sever their relationship.Based on his understanding of her, she would most likely try to convince Larissa instead since she couldn't get through to him. Hence, he felt it was necessary to give Larissa a heads-up in advance.The next morning, during breakfast, Kevan probed, "Has my mother mentioned anything about having children to you these past few days?"Larissa was surprised. "She mentioned it to you too?""Yes." Kevan nodded."How did you respond to her?" Larissa asked anxiously.Luckily, she hadn't said anything the day before. If Kevan's made-up reasons didn't match, his mother would begin to suspect something was up."I told her that I don't like kids and don't plan on having children," Kevan said.That astonished Larissa as she never expected Kevan to shoulder the blame himself. She couldn't help but applaud his courage."So, h

With a loud thud, Larissa crashed onto the floor.At the most critical moment, she lifted her injured leg, which prevented the tragedy of her wound from tearing open once again. But in exchange, her knee slammed into the floor, numbing her whole leg so much that she could not move at all.Hearing the loud sound behind him, Kevan pulled back the leg he was about to step out with. He turned to see Larissa lying spread-eagled on the floor. She was still, the only sound that could be heard was her faint labored breathing.Fear and panic overtook his heart.Placing the kitten on the floor, he quickly made his way to her and picked her up into his arms."Was it a bad fall?" He asked anxiously, his gaze drifting to the bandaged leg. "Does your leg hurt? Did the wound tear open again?"Larissa shook her head. "No, it doesn't hurt, and the wound did not reopen."Kevan walked towards the entrance.Larissa tugged on his sleeve and asked, "What are you doing?""We're going to the hospital

Having left Larissa's lap, the kitten became increasingly uncertain. This environment was completely unfamiliar to it, and its deep blue eyes were filled with fear. It meowed a few times, looking around for that familiar figure before it curled back into its spot in the corner of the sofa due to not being able to find Larissa.It looked rather pitiful with the way it trembled. In a trance, Kevan seemed to see Larissa as she was that night in the emergency hall, waiting. So, he involuntarily went over and picked up the kitten, placing it in his own lap. Its tiny body gave off heat, so it seemed to resemble an eco-friendly hand warmer on this cold winter day.Kevan mimicked Larissa's movements, stroking its little head, before slowly moving to the soft fur on its back—doing it again and again. He had to admit, stroking a cat like this was quite effective in promoting concentration and calming the mind. At least, in these few minutes, he felt good—especially when the little thing starte

Violet never said that Kevan had to go, so Larissa was rather calm about it. Since he was not willing to, she found no need to force him."I'll be baking cakes for the little ones on Saturday, I probably won't have time to make anything else. Remember to eat more for dinner." Recalling his recent meal "additions", Larissa made sure to remind him.Kevan's expression was dark, looking for all as if a storm was coming."You have time to bake for a bunch of irrelevant people, but you don't have time to do it for me?"To Larissa, he was just being unreasonably troublesome."The kid's just turning one month old, Mom and I are just giving a cake as a token …""I'll buy a cake and deliver it over, the ones you bake belong to me!" Kevan ordered aggressively.Larissa did not want to bother with him. However, Kevan now had a grip on something vital of hers. "If you still want to be able to see your cat after you come home …""Okay, okay, okay, man. Jeez! I'll bake you one!" Larissa quic