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

Chapter 25

Emmitt was in a foul mood, all thanks to the drama with Mirabella. Even chatting with Summer became a half–hearted. affair.

After polishing off a hearty dinner, Emmitt drove Summer back home without much conversation. As they pulled up to the grand entrance of the Gilbert family estate, Summer unfastened her seatbelt and turned to Emmitt. “Hey, Emmitt why don’t you come in for a bit? My dad’s been asking for you and told me to invite you over several times.”

Emmitt’s hand rested on the steering wheel as he cast a nonchalant glance toward the impressive mansion just beyond the car window. He shook his head. “Nah, it’s late, and it doesn’t feel right. Maybe some other time.”

A flash of disappointment flickered in Summer’s eyes, but she maintained a genteel smile. “Alright then, Emmitt. Drive safe. I’ll see myself in.”

She paused as it a thought had just struck her and playfully winked at him. “Oh, and don’t you forget about our date tomorrow, Emmitt.”

Emmitt blinked, momentarily thrown off.

“You promised to personally take me to school on the first day, remember? Or did you forget?” Summer clasped her chest, feigning heartbreak.

Regaining his composure, Emmitt chuckled and shook his head. “I haven’t forgotten.”

Relieved. Summer beamed. “Good, then. You better head home. I’ll hop out now. See you tomorrow!”

open to step out. But just as she was about to leave.

eyes shone with Innocence,

smiled wryly, shaking his head again. “It’s nothing. I just forgot to ask what

were about

scared me for a second there. Emmitt. I thought you

any such intention.

subject.

then, let’s make it eight o’clock

“Sure,” Emmitt replied.

of the car, heading towards the mansion. Emmitt’s gaze lingered on Summer’s retreating figure until she was out of sight. He then slowly

to take her to school, there was no reason for him to decline Summer’s request, especially since she was like a sister to him. With that thought, any lingering guilt in Emmitt’s heart

after, he started the car’s engine and turned,

lounging on the living room sofa, looked up and asked, “Who’s keeping you out so late, honey?” Her tone was gentle, devoid

began to massage Mandy’s shoulders with practiced ease, “Oh, it was just Emmitt. He needed to talk.”

Mandy’s brows furrowed at the mention of the

down on the Davis family and