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.

was really caused by them, this injury can serve as proof of your ex-husband’s acts of domestic violence toward you. You could use this

Andrew was Travis’ biological brother, this injury of

do with Travis.

more compensation from him, but unfortunately, this injury really was caused by myself,” Larissa said

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.

greasy. Furthermore, they were almost never guaranteed to

superior in comparison.

of eating together with the two men… Larissa was afraid that she would be so stressed that she wouldn’t be able to swallow her food. Worse still,

might even choke

Dylan’s offer politely. “My injury will heal in

had his hands in his pockets, his expression nonchalant.

Kevan said.

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

and Dylan sat on opposite sides of

and asked as he ate, “Do you

voice low and cold. “Whether I

Dylan asked

Kevan said, gripping