The sound of the doorbell shattered the awkward silence.


    “It must be the delivery Dad ordered. I’ll get it. Mirabe said as she walked to the door.


    When she opened the door, instead of the typical delivery guy in a cap and T–shirt, she found herself face–to–face with a middle–aged man dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an aura of sophistication. He held two elegant boxes in his hands.


    Resting her hand on the doorframe, Mirabe asked with a hint of confusion, “And you are?”


    With a courteous smile stered on his face, the man handed over the two boxes. This is your delivery, ma’am. Bon appétit.”


    The boss had been clear. “Keep it low–key and don’t startle my daughter.


    It took Mirabe a couple of seconds to process before she reached out to take the boxes. curiosity getting the better of her. “You’re really here with a delivery?”


    The man’s expression froze for a split second before he nodded. “Yes, indeed.”


    Delivery guys sure were fancy these days, huh? Mirabe didn’t press further, thanked the man. and closed the door.


    She ced the two ornate boxes on the table in the dining <b>room</b>. Each box had three tiers containing four dishes and two servings of rice – a veritable feast that was more than enough


    for two.


    As they ate, something urred to Mirabe, prompting her to look up at Leo, who was quietly enjoying his meal across from her. “By the way, Leo, are you an actor?”


    Leo paused mid–bite and shook his head. “No, I’m a singer<b>.” </b>


    A singer? Could that be why she couldn’t find any of his records when she looked him up?


    While intrigued, Mirabe didn’t want to pry into potentially sensitive matters. However, thinking about the poison that afflicted him, she couldn’t resist teasing. “With looks like yours, Leo, I bet you’ve got a few green–eyed monsters at yourbel.”


    Leo’s lips twitched at her words, and he nced at his sister with aplicated expression. It seemed necessary to rify, “Actually, I thrive because of my talent.”


    Mirabe nodded absentmindedly, going along with his im. “Sure, the entertainment industry can be cutthroat. Just watch your back, okay?” With that, she returned to her meal.


    Leo felt a pang of mncholy; it was the first time he considered that being attractive might not have been all it was cracked up to be.


    After dinner, Mirabe offered to wash the dishes, but Leo was insistent on doing them himself. “Ladies should take care of their hands. Leave it, I’ve got this,” he stated seriously before snatching the dishes from her hands and heading into the kitchen.


    11:35


    Mirabe let him be and decided to prepare some fruit in the living room. She had barely taken a few steps when a series of ngs and crashes echoed from the kitchen.


    She pressed her fingers to her forehead, knowing all too well what that meant.


    A job that should’ve taken mere minutes ended up being a twenty–minute ordeal for Leo, and ultimately, Mirabe had to step in to finish up.


    Settling down on the living room sofa, Mirabe brought over a te of freshly cut fruit and ced it on the coffee table. Chomping on a slice of apple, she took a few bites before turning to study Leo’s face. After a brief pause, she inquired, “Leo, did you not take the medicine I gave you this morning?”


    Though it sounded like a question, the certainty in her voice was clear. Leo watched his sister. noticing her expression growing stern as she spoke,pelling him to sit up straight instinctively.