Chapter 13

"Where's Leroy? He doesn't even have the guts to face me?" Scarlett asked. Zoe casually lied. "Mr. Olson's been pretty busy lately. He doesn't have time to stop by." A flicker of disappointment flashed in Scarlett's eyes, though she quickly masked it. "Fine. If he doesn't want to come, then he doesn't have to. It's not like I care or anything." Zoe turned to leave, but her gaze unintentionally fell on the table, cluttered with takeout containers. "This is what you've been eating these past few days?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah," Scarlet nodded. Zoe frowned, puzzled. "That doesn't make sense. Mr. Olson's been bringing you freshly made light meals every day. How come you're eating this stuff?" Scarlett's brows furrowed sharply. "What did you just say? He's been cooking for me? When? I haven't seen any of it!" Zoe's eyes widened, realizing her slip. She quickly covered her mouth and rushed out of the room, leaving Scarlett alone, bewildered. "Meals?" she muttered to he