"Picking up a package?" Jim paused, looking a bit puzzled. Handling deliveries wasn''t exactly his forte. After a moment''s hesitation, he said, "Let me check with the butler."


    Mirabe nodded, understanding the situation. The Davis family estate was known for its tight security. It wasn''t just any delivery person who could approach —any outsider might be considered suspicious.


    Jim waved over the butler, who quickly approached. "Mira has a package to receive. How do you usually handle deliveries here?"


    The butler, nodding respectfully, replied, "We ce them in a secure locker outside the estate. They''re checked before being brought inside."


    He then looked at Mirabe, realizing she had a package on the way, and offered, "We have a specific address for deliveries. I''ll jot it down for you."


    Mirabe nodded, "Thanks."


    "My pleasure." The butler gave a slight bow and went off to write down the address.


    **The Next Day.**


    Around nine in the morning, Mirabe was chatting with Robert and the gang in their group chat when a call came in on Messenger from James.


    "Ms. Mirabe, your package has arrived. Could youe out to sign for it?" his clear voice came through.


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow, "Did you deliver it yourself?"


    James, in a stylish ck trench coat, leaned casually against his car door. His strikingly handsome face turned towards the grand gates of the Davis Estate as


    he replied, "Yep, a boyfriend this considerate is hard toe by."


    Mirabe chuckled, a hint of a smile on her lips, "I''ll be right out."


    James: "Alright."


    Mirabe ended the call and got up from the sofa. With Jim off handling business next door, it was just her, the cleaning crew, and the butler in the hall.


    She had spotted a motorcycle in the garage the day before and asked the butler if she could borrow the keys.


    The butler hesitated, then


    suggested, "That bike''s a bit special. How about I have a driver take you instead? Mirabe felt a twinge of regret The motorcycle looked vintage with a rugged charm that promised an exciting ride_


    She didn''t push it, nor did she ask for a driver. Instead, she borrowed keys to another car.


    A few minutester, Mirabe drove out. The guards at the gate, tipped off by the butler, opened the gates as soon as they saw her.


    She parked by the roadside and walked over to James. "Not busy today?"


    James pulled a slender silver needle from his pocket and handed it to her, nodding seriously, "Decided to take it easy."


    Mirabe: "."


    She realized some people had a knack for being cheeky.


    James, seeing her momentarily speechless, chuckled and shook his head, "I have


    a meeting nearby, so I thought I''d drop this off for you."


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms, "Quite the coincidence."


    James reached up, gently tucking her loose curls behind her ear, his fingertips brushing her earlobe as he nced towards the gates, "You should head back."  fo


    "Alright, I''ll call youter." Mirabe nodded.


    "Okay."


    James got into his car. Mirabe waved at him through the window, took a few steps towards her in


    car, and was about to get in when


    her phone buzzed in her pocket.


    She paused, pulling out her phone. Seeing the caller ID was her friend ze, she


    was momentarily surprised but quickly answered the call.


    Before she could say anything, ze''s urgent and flustered voice came through, "Hey, someone''s after you!"