The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 610

In the courtyard below, Delilah was busy as a bee, moving things around with a determined focus.

Nick stepped out onto the balcony, casually leaning against the railing as he watched her. He didn’t want to interrupt her flow.

The winter breeze tousled his hair, making it look a tad wild. In his comfy loungewear, the slightly open collar revealed glimpses of scars, hinting at untold stories. He hugged himself for warmth before heading back inside.

Checking his phone, Nick’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

He’d slept from seven in the morning until well past four in the afternoon without burning any sage or popping any sleeping pills—just relying on a few well-placed acupuncture needles from his sister. He'd tried alternative medicine before, but nothing ever worked, so he’d given up. His sister's skills, however, seemed to be the real deal.

Gathering himself, Nick changed into fresh clothes and headed downstairs.

Just as she was taking off her apron, Delilah spotted him. "Lynx, you're up."

He nodded, poured himself a glass of warm water, and leaned against the kitchen counter. Seeing that his mom was still tidying up, he asked, "We expecting company?"

While arranging flowers in a vase, Delilah didn’t look up as she replied, "Yep, a friend of mine is coming over with her daughter for dinner."

Nick’s curiosity piqued at the mention of a daughter.

After setting the vase just right, Delilah turned to him, gesturing towards the kitchen. "By the way, there’s food ready for you. Your sister messaged me earlier, said you’d probably wake up around this time—uncanny, really."

She shook her head, still amazed.

Nick stood there, momentarily lost in thought, an unusual feeling rising within him. It was rare for someone who’d lived abroad for so long, in a home filled more with cold, impersonal gadgets than with warmth, to receive such personal care.

Seeing him deep in thought, Delilah didn’t call out to him again. Instead, she brought the food to the table. "Eat up. My friend and her daughter will be here soon, and I still need to spruce the place up a bit—gotta make a good impression on the young lady..."

She continued mumbling to herself as she left the dining area.