Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 926

The man realized his mistake and chuckled awkwardly.

“Hey, my apologies, Mr. Lewis,” he said, carefully extending his apology, before swiftly changing the topic, saying, “Mr. Lewis, will you all be riding in my car, or how would you like to proceed?”

His use of ‘you all Included Kevan and Aster, who had been sticking close to Larissa.

Lewis pulled Larissa aside and stated, “It will just be the two of us.”

“Get it! Sure thing!” The man took the initiative to help with the luggage cart

He smiled as he continued. “My car is parked outside. So, please follow me for a short walk”

Larissa turned to Dylan and inquired. “What about you?”

“My car is parked on the basement level We’re headed in different directions.” Dylan replied, gesturing casually behind him.

Larissa tumed her attention to Aster. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

She embraced I m and planted a kiss on his cheek.

She ruffled his hair as she advised. “Be a good boy and listen to Daddy, I have to work today, but I’ll come see you tomorrow.”

Aster nadded in understanding.

She then exchanged a glance with Kevan, who was also looking at her.

In his jet–black eyes, there was a subtle hint of reluctance.

“Well

See you tomorrow.” Larissa said.

“Sure. See you tomorrow,” Kevan replied. He had a gentle and tender smile on his face.

“Where are we going?” Dylan inquired as he drove onto the highway.

“To my parents‘ place.” Kevan responded.

He was momentarily distracted as he unwrapped a packet of cookies for Aster.

Dylan glanced at the harmonious lather and son duo in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

“Are you sure about this?” Dylan asked.

Kevan raised his gaze, locking eyes with Dylan. “Why do you ask?”

Dylan’s gave shifted to Aster. “How are you going to explain to them…

Kevan’s expression remained composed as he clarified, “They’ve met Aster before. They know he’s Larissa’s son.”

It was just that they didn’t know Aster was also his sor

Dylan had numerous other questions.

But he refrained from asking them in Aster’s presence, so he simply remained quiet.

As they neared Kevan’s parents‘ house, Dylan gradually slowed down the car.

“Huh…” He suddenly hit the brakes and turned to Kevan. “There’s someone at the gate. What’s going on?”

Kevan had been engaged in conversation with Aster throughout the journey.

He did not pay much attention to the road ahead.

As expected, there was a lavishly dressed but disheveled woman standing at the courtyard gate.

She was holding a gleaming kitchen knife.

It could be none other than Maria.

“Open the gatel Maria pounded on the heavy iron gate with her knile.

Her voice was strained as she shouted, “Give me back my Edmund!”

Aster, unfamiliar with such a situation, cowered in Kevan’s arms.

“Daddy, who is she?” he asked in a hushed tone.

Kevan whispered, “She’s someone who isn’t well.”

He gently shielded Aster’s eyes with his hand and offered comfort, “You don’t need to be scared, buddy. I’m here.”

Dylan retrieved his phone and asked Kevan, “Should we call the police?”

Kevan nodded in agreement.

The three of them remained seated in the car.

They listened to Maria’s relentless stream of curses while patiently waiting for the police to arrive.

However, Dylan’s Land Rover drew too much attention.

Before long. Maria noticed the suddenly parked car, still running.

She clutched her kitchen knife as she approached.

Dylan made a swift decision.

He shifted gears and stepped on the gas pedal.

His car zoomed past her before she could discem who was inside the vehicle.

Maria didn’t pursue them.

Dylan parked the car around the corner, ensuring it was out of Maria’s line of sight

“That display by Marla was quite unsettling.” he admitted,

His heart was still pounding. It wasn’t that he was afraid of her, but with a child in the car, he had to exercise caution.

The banging on the gate resumed, accompanied by Maria’s continued verbal tirade.

“Come over and hold Aster,” Kevan instructed Dylan.

“Huh? What do you intend to do?” Dylan raised an eyebrow His senses were on high alert.