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.

serve as proof of your ex-husband’s acts of domestic violence

was Travis’ biological brother, this

do with Travis.

more compensation from him, but unfortunately,

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

us?”

Larissa was tempted.

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

superior in comparison.

afraid that she would be

choke

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

his hands in

Kevan said.

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

of the dining table, facing one another.

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

his gaze, his voice low and cold. “Whether I believe it or not is

Dylan asked

said, gripping his