Chapter 900
Sweet Subterfuge
Chapter 9 00
Marilyn?â Gary stroked his chin, seemingly considering it seriously. âSheâs not bad, but it still needs to depend on Lewis whether he likes
ter or not. He doesnât always listen to me.â
Is that why you only meddle in my marriage?â Larissa felt somewhat sour.
What are you talking about?â Gary stared at her with displeasure. âAll that I have done is Introduce you to some men. When have I ever
nterfered with your relationships with them?â
That was true.
âCome to think of it, how are things going between you and Mike? Do you still keep in touch with him?â
Gary suddenly asked.
âNo. Weâre not a good match,â Larissa replied honestly. She couldnât help blaming herself for bringing this topic up,
âYou barely met him a few times, and youâre saying he doesnât suit you?â Gary paused for several seconds. âDonât tell me that youâre still
thinking about Kevan!
Feeling guilty. Larissa fell into silence. She couldnât bring herself to lie to him, but she couldnât tell him the truth either.
âKevan is the one who doesnât suit you! His family is complicated. Gelling entangled with them wonât lead to anything good,â he said.
âHe is already dealing with his family affairs⦠Larissa tried to put in a good word for Kevan, âSoaring Corporation is about to collapse. His relatives wonât be able to hold on for much longer.â
âYouâre wrong.â Garyâs expression was solemn. âItâs exactly because the company is on the brink of collapse that those people might cause trouble. No matter what listen to me. Stay away from Kevan.â
Larissa parted her lips. However, upon seeing how stubborn her father was, she didnât say anything more in the end.
Aster knew that Larissa would be coming today, so he had been waiting for her downstairs. As soon as he heard the car outside, he tossed away the toy in his hands and ran toward the yard.
The serv ants hurriedly followed behind him and callec. âMr. Aster, slow down!â
Such a scene was familiar to Larissa. She had seen it happen to Lana before. Now that it was happening to Aster, a sense of revulsion stirred up within Larissa. She became even more resolute about taking her son away.
âMommy!â Aster rushed over excitedly,
Larissa enveloped him in her embrace and showered his chubby checks with kisses. However, the tender moment didnât last long as she began to feel the soreness spreading from her arms.
Putting Aster Lack down on the ground, she asked with a frown, âHow heavy are you now?â
It had only been a few minutes, and she was already unable to continue carrying him in her arms.
Aster blushed. Instead of responding to that he held Larissaâs hand and led her toward the house.
âMommy, Grandpa has taught me how to draw! Come and have a look at my drawings.â
âAster has great potential. Heâll surely be a renowned artist if you nurture him!â Gary sald hapolly.
âReally? Larissa didnât quite believe what he said. Alter al, she understood her sonâs capabilities more than anyone else.
Born and raised in Westonia, Aster could barely make any decent sketches, as no one at home had the time to teach him how to draw or paint
âYouâll know it once you see it!â
Gary beckoned the ser vant to bring over all the drawings done by Aster from the study. Then, he proudly showed them to Lanssa.