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 compensation from him.”

if Andrew was Travis’ biological brother, this injury of hers really

do with Travis.

I would like to have more compensation from him, but unfortunately, this injury really was caused by myself,”

to the topic of takeout. “Eating takeout for every meal doesn’t seem like a

us?”

Larissa was tempted.

food she’d been getting from restaurants outside was greasy. Furthermore, they were almost

superior in comparison.

yet, the thought of eating together with the two men… Larissa was afraid that she

choke

fine,” she declined Dylan’s offer politely. “My injury will heal in a

The latter had his hands in his pockets, his expression nonchalant.

Kevan

germaphobia, the cook prepared dinner every day

sides of the dining table,

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

“Whether I believe it

Dylan asked

truth,” Kevan said, gripping his utensils tightly.