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.

this injury can serve as proof of your ex-husband’s acts of domestic violence toward you. You could use this to

biological brother, this injury

do with Travis.

have more compensation from him, but unfortunately, this

doesn’t seem like a

us?”

Larissa was tempted.

greasy. Furthermore, they

superior in comparison.

yet, the thought of eating together with the two men… Larissa was afraid that she would be so stressed that she wouldn’t be able to swallow her

might even choke

heal in a

had his hands

yourself,” Kevan

Kevan’s extreme germaphobia, the cook prepared dinner every day at Dylan’s place and left before

Dylan sat on opposite sides of the

and asked as he ate, “Do you really believe that Larissa’s injuries were self-inflicted?”

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

then?” Dylan asked curiously.

gripping his utensils