Chapter 582
Thunder boomed loudly, precisely ovepping the sounds of Larissa’s pounding heartbeat in her ears.
Collecting herself, she looked at the puddle gathering around Kevan’s feet and frowned
subconsciously.
“It’s raining so heavily out there. The rest of herint died in her throat when Kevan suddenly
interrupted her with a loud sneeze.
Kevan awkwardly covered his nose. His gaze darted to and fro, likely out of embarrassment as he
refused to lock eyes with Larissa. There was even a faint flush on his pale face.
Pretending not to see his difort, Larissa got Mrs. Griffin to get him some tissues. Kevan swiftly
turned around and wiped away any snot that had sprayed out identally.
“My apologies.” His face was still red, but he was much more collected than before. Larissa did not find
his prior actions to be rude though -on the contrary, the way he looked so disheveled now made him
seem a little bit more human, which well was kind of cute.
“Hurry up and go shower!” Mrs. Griffin conjured a clean towel from nowhere and handed it to Kevan.
“Any more dys and you’ll have a lever from the cold!” She pushed Kevan toward the bathroom as
she spoke.
Kevan’s expression shifted slightly when her hand touched him. He held himself back instead of
blowing up for Larissa’s sake. He then took a big step forward to put some distance between them.
Such a minuscule act did not escape Larissa’s eye. The truth was, she was quite worried for Mrs.
Griffin. But luckily, Kevan did not do anything that made it hard on the poor woman.
She hurriedly called Mrs. Griffin back and said, “Please go to the third floor and help me buy an L-sized
hospital gown, then buy a pair of disposable underwear as well.”
Kevan’s clothes werepletely soaked, and it was raining cats and dogs out there, so it was
impossible to buy him a set of new clothes at the mall. He would have to make do with hospital
garments for now.
Mrs. Grittin knew that these were for Kevan, but she did not understand why. “Didn’t your father leave
some clothes here? Kevan can wear them, why the need to buy new ones?”
Gary stayed with Larissa at the hospital every day to the point that he had even moved his luggage
from the hotel over to the ward.
“He can’t wear my dad’s clothes.”
Gary and Kevan’s body types were still pretty different, and most importantly “He’s a clean freak, and
won’t wear clothes that someone else has worn before.”
“Clean freak?” Mrs. Griffin looked like she had heard the most ridiculous thing ever in her life. Turning
to the bathroom door that was firmly closed, she said. “He doesn’t look like he’s a clean freak!”
One could not fault Mrs. Griffin for that. If anyone else saw Kevan in his muddied state earlier, they
would have found it difficult to see him as an “extreme clean freak” too.
Larissa did not want to dwell further on this topic, and she urged Mrs. Griffin. “Please hurry up!”
Kevan’s shower was quite long. Mrs. Griffin had already returned from her errand, but the sounds of
running water could still be heard in the bathroom. Mrs. Griffin went over to knock on the door twice.
“Tve put the clothes out here. You can get themter yourself.”
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Kevan’s dull voice came through the door. “Of course, thank you.”
Sitting next to Larissa, Mrs. Grillin muttered quietly to her, “I can see him being a clean freak now.
Honestly, he’s taking such a long shower!
Larissa smiled and held her hand. “Leave him be. Let’s watch TV.
About ten minutester, Kevan finally emerged from the bathroom. He looked more normal now that
the mud had been washed away, and his face was flushed from the steam of the hot shower.
His hair was still damp, dripping onto the hospital gown’s shoulders and back, but he was no longer as
disheveled as before. Larissa knew Long ago that Kevan was a walking fashion statement-having a
height of 6 feet and 3 inches, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, fantastic proportions, as well as a
prominently handsome face. Even a rag would look dignified and fashionable when draped upon him.