Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 21

“You’re eating takeout every day?”

Kevan’s reproachful tone was evident, intensifying the inexplicable guilt Larissa felt.

“I only ordered takeout because I injured my shoulder and can’t cook,” she explained.

“You injured your shoulder?” Kevan narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping between her shoulders, as if he was trying to see through her coat to her injuries beneath.

“My right side. I have a mild fracture.” Larissa tapped the spot of her injury lightly. “It’s not that big of a deal. A few more days’ rest and I’ll be as good as new.”

“How did you injure yourself?” Dylan asked.

Larissa lied instinctively, “I accidentally hit a wall.”

Dylan did not believe her. “Did you really hit it yourself? Are you sure it has nothing to do with your ex-husband and his family?”

His questions frightened and startled her. If it hadn’t been for the suspicion in his eyes, Larissa would’ve thought that he already knew the truth behind her injuries.

caused by them, this injury can serve as proof of your ex-husband’s acts of

brother, this injury of

do with Travis.

have more compensation from him, but unfortunately, this injury really

Instead, he rerouted the conversation to the topic of takeout. “Eating takeout for every meal doesn’t

us?”

Larissa was tempted.

she’d been getting from restaurants outside was greasy. Furthermore, they were almost never guaranteed to be hygienic. Home-cooked

superior in comparison.

with the two men… Larissa was afraid that she would be so stressed that she wouldn’t

might even choke to

offer politely. “My injury will heal in a few days. I won’t keep on ordering takeout

had his hands in his pockets, his

yourself,” Kevan

every day at Dylan’s

Dylan sat on opposite sides of the dining

and asked as he ate, “Do you really believe that Larissa’s

gaze, his voice low and cold. “Whether I believe it or

Dylan asked curiously.

gripping