Sweet Subterfuge novel by Trina Duo
Chapter 377

It felt as if the entire sky had come crashing down. Larissa's head throbbed as if struck by a heavy object, leaving her feeling dizzy and slightly sore. The only sound she could hear was a continuous buzzing in her ears, and her vision gradually became blurred. Suddenly, everything went black, and she lost consciousness completely.

When she regained consciousness, she found herself lying in a bed. The scent of disinfectant in the air reminded her that she was still in the hospital. She turned her head and saw Kevan lying motionless on the bed next to her, resembling a lifeless, delicate puppet. Her nose tingled, and tears welled up once again.

After some time, she managed to calm herself down. She peeked out from under the covers and noticed that Dylan was also present. She hastily used the back of her hand to wipe away the remaining tear stains on her face. She sniffled and asked him, "When did you get here?"

"About three or four minutes ago," he replied, his eyes filled with sympathy, pity, and empathy as he looked at her. "Don't be too upset. The doctor mentioned that there's still a high probability of Kevan waking up."

She sat up and stared blankly at Kevan, but there was no indication of him waking up at all. She couldn't muster the same optimism as Dylan.

"Hey..." Dylan sat down at the end of her bed and asked tentatively, "Do you... actually have feelings for Kevan?"

Ever since Kevan had been shot, she had remained by his side without leaving for a moment. She had cried uncontrollably at the thought of him not waking up. Although Dylan himself had never experienced a serious relationship, he could sense that she harbored feelings for Kevan. Unfortunately, Kevan was in a coma and therefore unable to personally witness her love for him.

His sudden question caught her off guard, causing her heart to race, and her face flushed instantly. She lowered her head nervously, fearing he would detect something amiss.

"Who told you that I like him? I don't like him!" she retorted stubbornly. "I just feel sorry for him! He attended his cousin's wedding with such joy, only to end up like this ..."

"Is that so?" Dylan narrowed his eyes and observed her carefully. He didn't miss the fleeting panic in her eyes, the reddening of her ears as if about to burst, and the tension and trembling in her voice. It was evident she was lying. On one hand, he felt happy for Kevan, but on the other hand... He inwardly sighed. He wondered when Kevan would awaken, allowing both him and Larissa to confess their true feelings to each other.

Larissa remained steadfast by Kevan's side, and in turn, Dylan stayed by Larissa's side. Dylan insisted that she eat, sleep, and occasionally go outside for fresh air, fearing that her health would deteriorate faster than Kevan's.

However, her condition showed no signs of improvement. Her insomnia worsened, and she could hardly sleep through the night. Consequently, Dylan had no choice but to seek assistance from a doctor, who discreetly prescribed sleeping pills for her and advised him to mix them into the warm milk she drank before he left each night.