The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel 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?"

Mirabella nodded lazily, her delicate features relaxed. "A bit."

Given his princely demeanor, she would've never guessed he could handle a knife, but the sight of him chopping vegetables was oddly captivating.

After a moment, a thought struck her. "So, during boot camp, those meals were your handiwork too?"

James hummed in affirmation. Raised with little parental oversight, cooking was a skill he'd mastered early on.

He went to the fridge, pulled out a bunch of grapes, washed them meticulously, placed them on a plate, and handed it to Mirabella. "Dinner's in twenty minutes."

With that, he turned back to his tasks in the kitchen.

Not long after, James brought out three dishes and a soup, calling Mirabella over from the living room.

As she sat down, she mentioned, "That call came through two more times."

James, still not reaching for his phone, leisurely served her a bowl of soup. "I know."

Mirabella shot him a look but then quietly started eating.

The taste was just as she remembered.

After dinner, Mirabella checked the time, planning to stay a bit longer before heading home.

Just then, Curtis walked in, momentarily surprised to see her. He quickly regained his composure, nodding respectfully. "Ms. Mirabella."

Mirabella nodded back, her gaze lingering on Curtis. "Did you get hurt?"