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?"

her delicate features

could handle a knife,

"So, during boot camp, those meals were

Raised with little parental oversight, cooking was a skill he'd

went to the fridge, pulled out a bunch of grapes, washed them meticulously, placed them on a plate, and handed it to

turned back to his tasks in the

in her hand,

Pretty sweet.

back to the living room, sat down, and started idly flipping through TV channels while munching

table rang glanced at it, spat out

"Your phone's ringing."Jam

and called

no response, she got up, slipped on her shoes, and grabbed the

"Someone's calling you."

towards the

busy with his gloves on, didn't even glance at

"No name, just

James replied without