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

Chapter 42

Catherine was nockling tervently like a student being scolded by a teacher, ‘Yes, dent. I’ve been taking my medication on time. I haven’t missed a single dose.”

Mirabella withdrew her hand. “Do you still have that incense I gave you?”

“I do… I light it every evening.” Catherine’s voice faltered slightly as she spoke,

Mirabella looked at her with a sly smile. “If you lit it every night, you wouldn’t be plagued with insomnia and palpitations.”

to pack it when I moved.”

At this, Catherine quiltity bowed her head. After a pause, she admitted, “Truth is, I forg

A shadow flickered in Mirabella’s eyes, but her voice remained airy. “Is that so?”

would thump uncontrollably, yet she

Catherine’s obvious evasion, Instead, she stood and moved behind her, her slender tingers resting atop Catherine’s head. “Relax, let me give

to refuse, but looking into Mirabella’s calm and indifferent face, she instinctively clamped her mouth shut. For some reason, she had grown to fear Mirabella’s earnest demeanor, always feeling like nothing could be hidden from her, It was odd. Catherine was the elder, yet she

withdrew her hands and asked softly, “How

embarrassed. “Wonderful, I nearly fell asleep.” Her gaze fell

on the side table. “Not at all. I’ll bring you some more lavender

didn’t matter. What

at the market today. These dishes take a while to cook, so just relax in the living room. Dinner will be ready

a distant gaze, reminiscent of their time in

do, Mirabella wandered around the house before leaning lazily against

Mirabella to answer the door, suggesting it might be

not surprised to

you