The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 445

James sauntered 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."

A smirk played on James' lips. "Seems like this guest of yours is someone of importance."

Mirabella waved a dismissive hand, desiring nothing more than tranquility. "Just let me catch some z's." With that, she closed her eyes, her serene expression betraying no sign of guard.

James' eyes briefly swept over her, his lips curving slightly. He reached for a book on the coffee table, content to let the room settle into a peaceful hush punctuated only by the occasional turn of a page.

At one point, his phone buzzed with a message. He glanced at the screen, then muted the device and laid it back down, inadvertently missing a call from Donald.

Mirabella adjusted her jacket, her demeanor lazy, "Nah, I've got homework to tackle."

Realizing that she wasn't going back on her decision, James didn't press further. He escorted her to the grand iron gates of the villa, watching until she had disappeared inside her own place before turning back to the quiet of the living room.

Reflecting on the glimpse of the number he'd seen on Mirabella's phone, James' eyes narrowed thoughtfully. He picked up his phone from the coffee table, finding several texts and a couple of missed calls, all from his 'runaway' grandfather, Donald.

After reading the texts, James refrained from calling back. Instead, his fingers traced the screen as he contemplated for a moment, then sent a message in response. [You're with the Davis family.]

He chose an assertive tone, leaving no room for doubt.