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

Chapter 239

After leaving the hospital, Mirabella hailed a cab and headed straight home.

Aside from Marian, who was busy in the kitchen, the house was still home to just one other person – Leo, who had begun to accept his new role as a couch potato.

Every day after school, Mirabella had a little ritual of popping by the bakery downstairs to pick up a slice of strawberry cheesecake, and today was no exception. She walked through the door and handed the sweet treat to Leo.

Looking down at the strawberry cheesecake in his hands, Leo gave his sister a look that was hard to decipher. “My agent says I’ve been packing on the pounds.”

Without missing a beat, Mirabella slung her shoulder bag onto a nearby cabinet, glanced at him. and said offhandedly. “A little extra fluff makes you cuter.”

Leo looked baffled. Since when did gaining weight equate to cuteness?

Mirabella realized she might have chosen her words poorly but was not inclined to correct herself. She plopped down on the couch. A Messenger notification pinged, and she fished the device out of her pocket.

It was a message from Nikolai, whom she had recently added as a contact.

the proportions in this recipe. Do you see anything

but didn’t overlook that one ingredient’s dosage had been deliberately increased

of seconds, she replied. [Is this some kind of

He was puzzled – given the young lady’s knowledge of herbs, she should’ve been able to deduce the purpose of the mix. After a moment, he typed slowly.

for the common

at the amounts again, more

his phone, sat down next to Mirabella and

Mirabella looked up briefly and answered, “Ah, I listen to it

always seemed oblivious to his career. With that in mind, he brought up one of his tracks and hit play. “What do you think? Is it

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unfinished message. She massaged her temples and said with a hint of exasperation, “Leo, my ears

persisted, “But is the song

really great,” her

off the music with a sulky motion and leaned in to see whom she was chatting

hiding her Streen. Without looking up, she said, “Some old–school alternative medicine