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.

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

Andrew was Travis’ biological brother, this injury of hers really had nothing

do with Travis.

like to have more compensation from him, but unfortunately, this injury

takeout for every meal doesn’t seem like a sustainable solution. Kevan

us?”

Larissa was tempted.

from restaurants outside was greasy. Furthermore, they were almost never guaranteed to be hygienic. Home-cooked meals were

superior in comparison.

was afraid that she would be so stressed that she wouldn’t be able to swallow her food.

might even choke to death.

injury will heal in a few days. I won’t

The latter had his

Kevan

germaphobia, the cook prepared dinner every day at

Dylan sat on opposite sides of

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

low and cold. “Whether I believe

important then?” Dylan asked curiously.

Kevan said, gripping his utensils tightly.