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

Chapter 142
Zach steadied himself against the wall, slowly straightening up. With a vigorous
shake of his head, he turned to Mirabella and let out a goofy chuckle, “Honestly, I
am not wasted.”
Mirabella shook her head and, once again, reached out to steady him, replying
with a half-hearted, “Yeah, I'm the one who's plastered.”
“Mira, you didn't hit the bottle, did you?” Zach, sounding like a lovable oaf, leaned
in closer as he spoke.
Taking a deep breath to suppress the urge to smack him, Mirabella pushed his
head to the side, grabbed his arm, and dragged him toward his room. It hardly
took any effort at all. “Hold on, I'll get you some water,” she said, quickly leaving
the room after dumping him on the bed.
In no time, she returned with a glass of tinted water to find Zach had rolled off the
bed onto the floor, muttering something incomprehensible.
Pressing her fingers to her temples, she walked over with a grim expression and
hoisted him back onto the bed.
“Drink this,” she commanded, bringing the glass to Zach's lips.
Zach looked at her with bleary eyes, not touching the water, just grinning like a
fool, “Mira...”
Mirabella, done with subtlety, forcibly fed him the water with practiced ease, not
spilling a single drop. After all, those years of medicating household pets weren't
for nothing.
Soon after drinking, Zach calmed down and promptly fell into a deep sleep.
Mirabella sat in the room for half an hour, ensuring he wouldn't cause any more
trouble, before heading back to her
own.
The next morning was a Saturday. Zach woke up expecting a pounding
headache and misery. but surprisingly, he felt nothing amiss. It was as if he
hadn't touched a drop of liquor the night before.
How bizarre!
He got out of bed, took a quick shower, changed into fresh clothes, and after
making sure he was free of any booze smell, he stepped out of his room and
went downstairs.
Delilah had an early appointment with a designer, so the house was quiet except
for Shawn and Mirabella, who were having breakfast.
Zach pulled up a chair, and as he rubbed his sore shoulder, he glanced at
Mirabella. “You took care of me all night, didn’t you, Mirabella? Thanks for that.”
He only remembered reaching the top of the stairs and his sister supporting him.
Everything after was a blackout.
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Pausing, he asked uneasily, “I... didn’t made a scene last night, did 1?”
Mirabella lifted her head, a small smile on her lips. “I don't think so.”
Zach's mouth twitched. What did she mean by “think?“ Did he or did he not?
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You should drink less, Zach.
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Otherwise, you'll always need your
little sister to look after you. Look at
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her, she is so petite, doesn't it prick
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your conscience?” Shawn chimed in
with a displeased look. His daughter
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Zach pushed up his glasses, then
took another look at Mirabella. She
was thin, indeed, but petite? She was
nearly five foot seven — was that
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“What's with your shoulder? You've been rubbing it non-stop,” Shawn observed.
Mirabella’s spoon paused mid-air for a split second.
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Oh, must've bumped it somewhere
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last night when I was drunk. It's just a
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bit sore.” Zach replied nonchalantly.
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