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?”

heart would thump uncontrollably, yet she

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

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

her hands and asked softly,

embarrassed. “Wonderful, I nearly fell asleep.” Her gaze fell upon Mirabella’s hands. “You’ve been at it for a while; aren’t you tired?”

“Not at all.

matter. What mattered was that her granddaughter would come

and headed for the kitchen. “I picked up your favorite pork ribs and some trout at the

reminiscent of

the house before leaning lazily against the kitchen doorway to watch Catherine

Catherine asked Mirabella to answer the door, suggesting it might be the water delivery.

opened the door, she was not surprised to

are you doing here?”