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

Chapter 142

Zach steadied himself against the wall, slowly straightening up. With a vigorous shake of his head, he turned to Mirabella and let out a goofy chuckle, “Honestly, I am not wasted.”

Mirabella shook her head and, once again, reached out to steady him, replying with a half–hearted, “Yeah, I’m the one who’s plastered.”

“Mira, you didn’t hit the bottle, did you?” Zach, sounding like a lovable oaf, leaned in closer as he spoke.

Taking a deep breath to suppress the urge to smack him, Mirabella pushed his head to the side, grabbed his arm, and dragged him toward his room. It hardly took any effort at all. “Hold on, I’ll get you some water,” she said, quickly leaving the room after dumping him on the bed.

In no time, she returned with a glass of tinted water to find Zach had rolled off the bed onto the floor, muttering something incomprehensible.

Pressing her fingers to her temples, she walked over with a grim expression and hoisted him back onto the bed.

“Drink this,” she commanded, bringing the glass to Zach’s lips.

at her with bleary eyes, not touching

forcibly fed him the water with practiced ease, not spilling a single drop. After all, those years of

sat in the room for half an hour, ensuring he wouldn’t cause any more trouble, before

own.

was a Saturday. Zach woke up expecting a pounding headache and misery. but surprisingly, he felt nothing amiss. It was as if he hadn’t touched a drop of liquor the

How bizarre!

and after making sure he was free of any booze smell, he stepped out

the house was quiet except for

pulled up a chair, and as he rubbed his sore shoulder, he glanced at Mirabella. “You took care of me

stairs and his sister

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asked uneasily, “I… didn’t made a scene last night, did 1?”

on her lips. “I don’t think so.”

twitched. What did she mean by ‘think?‘ Did he or did he