Chapter 95


    Chapter 95


    He seemed to be calling out for someone, and that name was exactly the same as her nickname.


    Larissa’s heart rate elerated.


    She clutched her chest and straightened her body. “Don’t overthink. Do not overthink-”


    There were so many people in this world that shared the same name as her. Who knew which one of


    those


    people he was calling out for?


    As if he were trapped in a nightmare, Kevan’s brows knitted even tighter, his expression bing


    increasingly panicked.


    “Lari, don’t go!” He almost shouted this with all of his remaining strength, his voice pitiful and


    desperate.


    Larissa had never seen him look so fragile before. Suddenly, she felt a little sad for him as well, her


    heart


    wringing with pain.


    Kevan’s arms emerged from below the covers and iled about the bed. His fingers clenched and


    unclenched,


    as if he were trying to search for something around him.


    Instinctively, Larissa reached out.


    As soon as Kevan’s hands touched hers, he caught her arm and squeezed it, the mere force of it so


    strong that


    she thought he was about to break her fingers.


    Larissa sucked in a breath, stifling the cry of pain that threatened to rise within her.


    Kevan, however, had quietened. His brows rxed gradually and his breathing changed from his initial


    shallow pants to long, drawn–out breaths.


    Larissa sat against the headboard and wiped away the sweat on his face with a tissue.


    Her emotions were all over the ce, a mixture of fear and unease from the unknown dream he was


    having. but there was also that unmistakable satisfaction that filled her chest as he gradually became


    pacified.


    The doorbell rang.


    It must have been the doctor called in by the front desk.


    Larissa attempted to remove her hands from his grip, but every time she shifted in the slightest,


    Kevan’s grip


    tightened.


    “Don’t go-” he murmured.


    She tried a few more times, and she even forcefully tried to pull her arms away, but Kevan only fought


    harder.


    The doorbell continued ringing–again and again, its frequency more and more impatient.


    Larissa was aggravated, but she could think of no way to handle the situation.


    Suddenly, an idea shed past her mind. She leaned closer and whispered in his ear, “I’m not leaving,”


    Chapter 95


    “Liar-” Even if he was sleeping, he could still answer her.


    Kevan scrunched his nose, his appearance downcast.


    Larissa’s heart melted into a puddle.


    She even found herself resenting the Lari he’d been calling for all this while.


    Based on his actions, she must have hurt him very deeply.


    “I’m not lying.” Larissa’s voice softened. “Really, I’ll just go get the door. I’ll be right back.”


    Kevany unmoving, not saying a word.


    “Kevan-” she called out gently, the tone of her voice lifting at the end, like a girl coquettishly seeking his


    attention. “Be good, will you?” At some point, she even felt like she was coaxing a stubborn child to do


    as he


    was told.


    Kevan pursed his lips before letting her go slowly.


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    Larissa was afraid that he would change his mind, so she sprinted out of the room immediately.


    At the door, a doctor in a white coat stood.


    During the long wait, he’d exhausted all of his patience, so when he was finally standing face–to–face


    with


    Larissa, his attitude was brittle.


    “Where’s the patient?” His voice was tense as he walked into the room without waiting for her to speak.


    Larissa led him into Kevan’s bedroom.


    “I’m so sorry, doctor. He’d been causing such a fuss just now and I wasn’t able toe and open the


    door for you.” She smiled apologetically as she spoke.


    The doctor retrieved a thermometer from his first aid kit and instructed Larissa, “ce this below his


    armpit.”


    After Kevan had showered, he’d changed into a set of pajamas that were buttoned all the way up to his


    cor.


    Larissa grumbled to herself, “He doesn’t even button up his shirt that tightly when he’s at work–why try


    to be


    so formal in his sleep?”


    He really was a weirdo.


    To take his temperature, she would have to unbutton his pajamas.


    And yet, the minute Larissa’s fingers touched the first button, they were ferociously grabbed by Kevan.


    He opened his eyes suddenly, frigidness filling their depths.


    “Go away!” he bellowed.