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.

“If it was really caused by them, this injury can serve as proof of your ex-husband’s acts of

biological brother, this injury of hers really had nothing to

do with Travis.

but unfortunately, this injury really was caused by myself,” Larissa said regretfully.

did not press any further. Instead, he rerouted the conversation to the topic of takeout. “Eating takeout for every meal doesn’t seem like a sustainable solution. Kevan and I hired a cook to make us

us?”

Larissa was tempted.

restaurants outside was greasy. Furthermore, they were

superior in comparison.

she would be so stressed that she wouldn’t

even choke

injury will heal in a few days. I won’t keep on ordering takeout after that.”

looked at Kevan. The latter had his hands

yourself,” Kevan

the cook prepared dinner every day

opposite sides of the

asked as he ate,

voice low and cold. “Whether I believe it or

Dylan asked curiously.

gripping his utensils