Kevan couldn't figure out what had angered Larissa. After he replied to her, she didn't respond to him anymore.

On the other hand, Wendy was exceptionally polite to him. She even brought out her best vodka as a "thank you" gesture.

They sat on the couch, sipping vodka and chatting, while Aster nestled in Kevan's arms, quietly playing with his toys.

Wendy shifted the topic to Aster, saying, "He really likes you."

Kevan smiled softly as he gently patted Aster's head. "I know."

"What's your plan? About your future with Larissa, I mean," she asked directly, her eyes locked onto his.

Kevan, for a rare moment, avoided her gaze, his fingers unconsciously tracing the rim of the vodka glass. What did he think? Of course, he would love to have a future with Larissa. But the crucial question was, what did Larissa think?

He had hurt Larissa deeply in the past. Although she hadn't shown any aversion to him now, he still feared that she would push him away once more if he proposed getting bac