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

Chapter 884

Mirabella's villa wasn't far from James's place, just a quick one or two-minute drive.

At the entrance, James handed her a pair of shoes and pointed to the fingerprint lock on the door. "Go ahead, enter your print."

While slipping into the shoes, Mirabella shot him a sidelong glance. "Aren't you worried that one day, in a fit of poverty, I'll rob your house clean?"

From the moment she stepped inside, the lavishness of the place hit her like a wave.

James raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes gleaming with hidden meaning. "If you want to, you don't have to wait. You can do it now."

Silently, Mirabella went to register her fingerprint.

James chuckled, shook his head, rolled up his sleeves, and headed to the kitchen.

Mirabella quickly finished, turned around, and started exploring the opulent villa. The more she saw, the more insecure she felt about her own financial state.

"You're actually cooking?" she asked, leaning against the kitchen doorway, surprised to see him skillfully washing and chopping vegetables.

James continued without missing a beat, his deep voice carrying over. "Surprised?"

nodded lazily, her delicate

guessed he could handle a knife, but the sight of him chopping vegetables

"So, during boot camp, those meals were your

oversight, cooking was a skill he'd mastered

bunch of grapes, washed them meticulously, placed them on a plate, and

that, he turned back to his tasks in the

at the grapes in her

Pretty sweet.

living room, sat down, and started idly flipping

phone on the coffee table rang glanced at

"Your phone's ringing."Jam

called

seconds with no response, she got

"Someone's calling you."

towards the

with his gloves on, didn't even glance at the phone. "Who

checked the screen. "No name, just

it," James replied