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

Travis’ biological brother, this injury of hers really had nothing to

do with Travis.

him, but

Dylan did not 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 hired a cook to

us?”

Larissa was tempted.

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

superior in comparison.

that she would

even choke to death.

in a few days. I won’t keep on ordering takeout

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

Kevan said.

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

opposite sides of

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

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

then?” Dylan asked curiously.

gripping his utensils