Sweet Subterfuge novel by Trina Duo
Chapter 482

Dylan and Kevan had known each other for over a decade, but this was the first time Dylan had seen him in such a sorry state. In Dylan's memory, Kevan was always calm and composed. No matter what challenges he faced, he was unshakable. Naturally, Dylan knew how close Kevan was to his grandfather, allowing him to empathize with Kevan's overwhelming emotions.

In the end, Dylan stopped trying to advise Kevan. He could only look on helplessly as Kevan drank himself into a stupor and blacked out on the sofa.

As Kevan was tall and well-built, it was impossible for Dylan to carry him out on his own. Furthermore, he was completely unconscious.

Dylan asked the staff to bring in some blankets so that they could spend the night in the private room.

The shock of Roland's death was too great, causing Kevan to suddenly develop a high fever in the middle of the night.

He started speaking incoherently, mumbling his grandfather's and Larissa's names with an anguished expression on his face as tears rolled down his cheeks. Dylan was worried about Kevan, and he was a light sleeper, to begin with.

Awakened by Kevan's mumbling, Dylan couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness and helplessness when he saw Kevan suffering from grief even in his sleep.

He was so distraught, and yet Dylan couldn't do anything to help him.

At this critical juncture, Kevan definitely couldn't go to the hospital.

The cunning relatives of the Rogers family would be able to guess that he fell sick due to the aftershock of Roland's death.

Dylan asked the staff for some paracetamol and a bucket of ice. After giving Kevan the medication, he used the ice to cool his body down and bring down his body temperature.

It wasn't until four or five in the morning when Kevan finally fell asleep and stopped mumbling incoherently.

Dylan sat down, feeling drained. He was already exhausted, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

He sent a message to a doctor he knew, asking him to come over as soon as possible with some medical supplies.

With Kevan's condition, he needed heavier medicine to finally put Dylan's mind at ease.

Kevan's biological clock was still working well even though he was completely drunk.

The next morning, he opened his eyes at 8 am sharp.

His throbbing head felt as if it was going to explode and it seemed like there was a fire burning in his chest, making Kevan thirst for water to quench the heat.

Kevan lifted his hand and saw an IV drip and needle fixed securely to the back of his hand with tape.

Dylan had not moved an inch from Kevan's side since last night.

When he saw that Kevan was finally awake, he reminded him, "Don't move so that you don't dislodge the needle accidentally."

Kevan obediently laid down and asked in a hoarse voice, "What happened last night?"

Probably due to drinking too much alcohol in such a short time, his throat felt parched and dry.

Speaking was uncomfortable and hurt his throat.

"You had a really bad fever. It was as high as 103 degrees last night. I told you to not drink so much, but you wouldn't listen!" Dylan said, feeling ill at ease. Kevan's headache worsened when he heard Dylan's nagging.

"That's enough," he interrupted Dylan. "Pour me a glass of water."

Dylan quickly poured him a glass of warm water and handed it over.

Kevan sat up and leaned against the back of the sofa to drink, however, the cup slipped from his hands as he was still groggy from the high fever.

Most of the water spilled on his clothes and on the sofa.

Dylan cursed and grabbed some tissues to dry Kevan's clothes for him, but Kevan stopped him midway.

"I'll do it myself," Kevan said calmly.