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.

proof of your ex-husband’s acts of

was Travis’ biological brother, this injury of hers really

do with Travis.

more compensation from him, but unfortunately, this injury really was

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 dinner every night. Why don’t you

us?”

Larissa was tempted.

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

superior in comparison.

that she would be so stressed that she wouldn’t be able to

even choke to

offer politely. “My injury will heal in

Kevan. The latter had his hands in his pockets, his

yourself,” Kevan

day

on opposite sides of the dining table, facing one another.

asked as he ate, “Do

voice low and cold. “Whether I believe

then?” Dylan asked

truth,” Kevan said, gripping his