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

was Travis’ biological brother, this injury of hers really had

do with Travis.

but unfortunately, this

Dylan 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

us?”

Larissa was tempted.

they were almost never guaranteed to be hygienic.

superior in comparison.

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

choke

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

Kevan. The latter had his hands in his

Kevan

cook prepared dinner every day at Dylan’s place and left before the

on opposite sides of the dining table, facing

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

and cold. “Whether

then?” Dylan

truth,” Kevan said, gripping his utensils