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 water, just

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

sleep. Mirabella sat in the room for half an

own.

but surprisingly, he felt nothing amiss. It was as if he hadn’t

How bizarre!

changed into fresh clothes, and after making sure he was free of any booze smell, he stepped out of his room and went

an early appointment with a designer, so the house was quiet except for Shawn and

he glanced at Mirabella. “You took care

and his sister supporting him.

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

on her lips. “I don’t

she mean by ‘think?‘ Did he or did