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

Chapter 6

James‘ gaze dropped to the deliberately placed suitcase before him, and he could almost hear her unspoken request. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, “So, where do you need me to drop you off?”

Mirabella’s delicate brows arched playfully as she snapped her fingers with a swagger that carried a hint of roguish charm. “The train station.”

The small town might not have been much to look at, but it was decently located with its quaint little train station, However, the biological parents of the body she now inhabited lived in Ashford, and there was no direct train. A transfer would be necessary.

At her words, James gave her a quizzical look. “That’s it?”

“That’s the favor,” Mirabella confirmed with a nod. Noticing the complexity in his expression, she pondered for a moment before adding, “But if you feel like driving me to the train station is too easy a way for you to repay your debt, I’m cool with you dropping me off at the city airport instead. After all, we’re practically neighbors, and it’s not likely we’ll cross paths again.”

station was a mere twenty–minute drive, whereas the city airport was a good three to four

a rare crack appeared on his usually composed face. He contemplated whether to share a bit of his

later, at the city

from the

her luggage trunk. After a

at Mirabella, one eyebrow raised in quiet inquiry. Mirabella fished out a small, unbranded bottle from her bag. “This is for you. Farewell until we meet again.” Without waiting for

bottle that had landed precisely in the car’s side compartment. A playful glint shone in his eyes. He watched the retreating figure of Mirabella, his long fingers tracing the edge of the bottle cap, his lips curving into a

until we meet

hospital, inside the doctor’s office.

you telling me that my mom’s heart condition has

indicates that she’s in good health. As long as she avoids any major