The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 155

Shawn gleefully sauntered out of the kitchen with a glass of water in hand. His spirits were visibly lifted by the conversation he overheard. "A man's gotta focus on his career, right?"

Zach had been wandering around the house for the past few evenings, constantly revolving around Mirabella, which was starting to get on Shawn’s nerves.

Delilah cast her husband a knowing glance, immediately catching onto his thinly veiled enthusiasm. "You got your way," she said with a hint of amusement.

Shawn simply took a sip of his water, his eyes crinkling with a smile. Even though he had already eaten, he sat down at the dining table, cradling his glass, and quietly watched Mirabella eat her meal.

Despite being accustomed to her father's watchful gaze, Mirabella couldn't help but look up. "Dad?"

Shawn gently nudged the bowl of salad closer to her. "Eat up, kiddo. You study so hard every day. You're getting all skin and bones."

A twitch of helplessness flickered at the corner of Mirabella's lips. Ever since she returned to the Davis household, she felt like she had been fed well enough to start rounding out at the cheeks. How could her dear old dad not see that?

Delilah caught her daughter's look of playful exasperation, and couldn't hold back a laugh. "Oh, Shawn, give it a rest. At this rate, your daughter's going to stage a protest."

Shawn looked up, puzzled. "Protest? What protest?" After asking, he turned his baffled gaze back to Mirabella. She was always such a good girl.

Delilah shook her head and then rubbed her slightly sore shoulders. "Shawn, let the girl eat. Why don't you come and give me a shoulder rub?"

"Sure thing." Shawn stood up and followed his wife to the living room, where he began to knead her shoulders with practiced ease.

Mirabella let out a prolonged "Oh," her tone rich with implication.

"Too clever by half," Shawn thought, quickly averting his gaze and focusing on his coffee.

Mirabella shook her head, not pressing further. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Setting down her cup, she fished her phone out and saw a message from James on Messenger. Her fingers flitted across the screen to read it. [Your incense worked wonders. Thanks.]

Mirabella's eyebrows arched playfully as she lounged on the sofa, replying. [Of course, it did. That scent cost a pretty penny, you know!]

Meanwhile, on the other end, James was looking at the online store that Mirabella sent him. It sold the aromatherapy incense "Incense of Calm" and was priced at a cool $299.