The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 217

Leo let out a resigned sigh, thinking. “You’re asking so obliviously, Mom. Anyone would think. you’re the evil stepmother from one of those old fairy tales.”

Looking up. Leo was about to speak when Shawn interjected. “Honey, why even ask? He’s grown enough to know when to grab a bite.” Shawn shook his head in mild exasperation.

“I was just making conversation,” Delilah retorted with a side glance at her husband, patting her face as she briskly headed to her bedroom.

Leo was left speechless. His heart felt like it had been put through a shredder since moving back home.

Mirabella glanced at Leo, who was with his self–absorbed, dazed expression, sipped her soup. and then reached for the cake box beside her, placing it in front of him. “The strawberry shortcake from this place isn’t half bad.”

And just when Leo thought. “Only my sister really gets me.” he was left bewildered.

Strawberry shortcake? What the heck? He was not a girl!

to slurp her soup, seemingly oblivious to

stripped him of his usual grace as he speared a meatball and bit into it fiercely, only to splatter his

Awkward much?

in silence. Then, struck by a thought, Leo

him about the rarity of the medicine, urging him to ask Mirabella where

“I’ll get you another bottle in a few days. You’ll

the tabletop as he echoed, “Back…

dishes, cheerily saying over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Leo.

Leo felt a fog clouding his thoughts, trying to grasp the implications of her words while another part of his mind urged him not to

him deep in thought but chose not to say more.

his reverie, Leo replied, “Ah, sure.”

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