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.”

more than

coffee table, content to let the room settle into a peaceful hush punctuated only by

He glanced at the screen, then muted the device and laid it back down, inadvertently missing a call from

intended to rest her eyes briefly, slipped into a genuine slumber. It was her

name ‘Donald‘ as Mirabella spoke into the phone. He paused, taking a few measured steps to stand

wrapped up the call with Donald quickly, hanging up

in her hand, still lit with the recent call’s glow. When he saw the number

10-49

confirmation, then stowed her phone away and rose from the couch, stretching her arms

James‘ voice was gentle, but he made no move to insist.

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