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

Chapter 155

Shawn gleefully sauntered out of the kitchen with a glass of water in hand. His spirits were visibly lifted by the conversation he overheard. “A man’s gotta focus on his career, right?”

Zach had been wandering around the house for the past few evenings, constantly revolving around Mirabella, which was starting to get on Shawn’s nerves.

Delilah cast her husband a knowing glance, immediately catching onto his thinly veiled enthusiasm. “You got your way,” she said with a hint of amusement.

Shawn simply took a sip of his water, his eyes crinkling with a smile. Even though he had already eaten, he sat down at the dining table, cradling his glass, and quietly watched Mirabella eat her meal.

Despite being accustomed to her father’s watchful gaze, Mirabella couldn’t help but look up. “Dad?”

Shawn gently nudged the bowl of salad closer to her. “Eat up, kiddo. You study so hard every day. You’re getting all skin and bones.”

A twitch of helplessness flickered at the corner of Mirabella’s lips. Ever since she returned to the Davis household, she felt like she had been fed well enough to start rounding out at the cheeks. How could her dear old dad not see that?

hold back a laugh. “Oh, Shawn, give it a rest. At this rate,

“Protest? What protest?” After asking, he turned his baffled gaze back to Mirabella. She

rubbed her slightly sore shoulders. “Shawn, let the girl eat. Why don’t you come and give me a shoulder

stood up and followed his wife to the living room, where he began to knead

while the other’s face was a picture of bliss. The atmosphere was so warm and fuzzy that it practically bubbled with pink hearts. With a silent sigh, Mirabella turned away from the unexpected display of affection.

Mirabella stepped out to find Delilah had left the living room. Shawn was already preparing his special coffee set, steeping

were about to share a bottle of wine.

lately?” she asked casually, settling onto the sofa

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planned a surprise for their daughter. He gave a vague response.

an eyebrow, her beautiful eyes clearly skeptical. “Feels like you’re keeping something from

coughed and asserted with feigned seriousness, “Honestly, what could