The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

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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?”

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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 givea 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 observed the couple from the dining room. One looked at the other with tender eyes. while the other's

face was a picture of bliss. The atmosphere was so warm and fuzzy that it practically bubbled with pink hearts.

With a silent sigh, Mirabella turned away from the unexpected display of affection.

After finishing her meal and tidying up the kitchen, Mirabella stepped out to find Delilah had left the living room.

Shawn was already preparing his special coffee set, steeping the expensive. blend Mirabella had brought ha

few days ago. He beckoned her over. “Cjoin your old man for a cup or two.”

Mirabella’s lips quirked. Anyone would've thought they were about to share a bottle of wine.

“What have you guys been up to lately?” she asked casually, settling onto the sofa and taking a cup of coffee.

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Shawn and Delilah had already planned a surprise for their daughter. He gave a vague response. “Oh, the

company landed a big account, so everyone's pulling extra hours,” he deflected.

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“Really?” Mirabella raised an eyebrow, her beautiful eyes clearly skeptical. “Feels like you're keeping something

from me.”

Shawn's hand trembled, nearly spilling his coffee. He coughed and asserted with feigned seriousness, “Honestly,

what could we possibly hide from you?”

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.

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