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

Chapter 445

James aauntered over to the fridge and fetched a bottle of water, effortlessly twisting off the cap before handing it over to Mirabella. “They’ve got their own fish to fry,” he said, his voice taking on a nonchalant tone whenever he mentioned Wyatt.

Mirabella let out a soft ‘oh, taking the water and sipping it gingerly.

James found his spot on the couch, slouched back and sank into the cushions with casual ease. “Make yourself at home here,” he drawled. “Do whatever you please.”

Casting him a sidelong glance, Mirabella offered a genuine compliment, “You’re quite the generous host, boss.”

A wry twitch flickered at the corner of James‘ mouth before he steered the conversation in another direction. “You don’t strike me as the type to stay out without good reason. Trouble at the homestead?”

Pulling a throw pillow to her chest, Mirabella propped her chin atop it and snuggled deeper into the sofa, her voice distant and soft. “We’ve got company at home.”

desiring nothing more than tranquility. “Just let

reached for a book on the coffee table, content

the screen, then muted the device and laid it back down, inadvertently missing a call from Donald.

briefly, slipped into a genuine slumber. It was her phone’s insistent buzzing that eventually roused

in hand, drew near just in time to catch the name ‘Donald‘ as Mirabella spoke into the phone. He paused, taking a few measured steps to stand by the armrest of

the call with Donald quickly, hanging up without

lit with the recent call’s glow. When he saw the number at the top of her recent calls list, his expression took on a peculiar cast. He set

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away and rose from the couch, stretching her arms languidly. “I’d better

voice was gentle, but

her jacket, her demeanor lazy, “Nah, I’ve got homework