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.

bleary eyes, not touching the

subtlety, forcibly fed him the water with practiced ease, not spilling a single drop.

down and promptly fell into a deep sleep. Mirabella sat in the room for half an hour, ensuring he wouldn’t cause any more trouble, before

own.

morning was a Saturday. Zach woke up expecting a pounding headache and misery. but surprisingly, he felt nothing amiss. It was

How bizarre!

took a quick shower, changed into fresh clothes, and after making sure

was quiet except for Shawn and Mirabella,

pulled up a chair, and as he rubbed his sore shoulder, he glanced at Mirabella. “You took care of me all night, didn’t you, Mirabella?

the top of the stairs and his sister supporting him. Everything after was

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

smile on her

by ‘think?‘ Did he or did he