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.

injury can serve as proof of your ex-husband’s acts of domestic violence toward you. You could use

biological brother, this injury of hers really

do with Travis.

to have more compensation from him, but unfortunately, this

any further. Instead, he rerouted the conversation to the topic of takeout. “Eating takeout for every meal doesn’t seem like a

us?”

Larissa was tempted.

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

superior in comparison.

that she

choke to death.

in a

his hands in his pockets, his expression nonchalant.

Kevan

dinner every day

sides of the

his cutlery and asked as he ate, “Do you really believe that Larissa’s injuries were self-inflicted?”

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

important then?” Dylan

truth,” Kevan said, gripping his utensils