Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

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.

“Tell me the truth,” Dylan said. “If it 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 to demand more compensation from him.”

was Travis’ biological brother, this injury of hers really

do with Travis.

compensation from him, but unfortunately, this injury really was caused by

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.

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

superior in comparison.

yet, the thought of eating together with the two men… Larissa was afraid that she would be so stressed that she wouldn’t

might even choke

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

The latter had his hands in his pockets,

Kevan said.

dinner every day at Dylan’s place and left before the

and Dylan sat on opposite sides of the dining table, facing one another.

and asked as he ate, “Do you

cold. “Whether

important then?” Dylan

said, gripping his utensils tightly.

Kevan, finding out the truth was simple. It was but a phone call away.