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.

of your ex-husband’s acts of domestic violence toward you. You could use this to demand more

brother, this injury of hers really

do with Travis.

him, but

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

us?”

Larissa was tempted.

from restaurants outside was greasy. Furthermore, they were almost never guaranteed

superior in comparison.

the thought of eating together with the two men… Larissa was afraid that she would be

might even choke

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

latter had his hands

Kevan

day at Dylan’s place and left before the pair returned

of the dining table,

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

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

Dylan asked

truth,” Kevan said, gripping his