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.”

biological brother, this injury

do with Travis.

but unfortunately, this injury really was caused by myself,” Larissa said regretfully.

the topic of takeout. “Eating takeout for every meal doesn’t seem like a sustainable solution. Kevan and I

us?”

Larissa was tempted.

food she’d been getting from restaurants outside was greasy. Furthermore, they were almost never guaranteed to be

superior in comparison.

Larissa was afraid that she would be so stressed that she

choke to

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

Kevan. The latter had his hands in

yourself,” Kevan

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

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

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

lowered his gaze, his voice low and cold. “Whether I

then?” Dylan asked

Kevan said, gripping his utensils tightly.

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