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 brazenly responded, “Really,

curled into a half–smile. She didn’t 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 massage,”

clamped her mouth shut. For some reason, she had grown to fear Mirabella’s earnest demeanor, always feeling like nothing could be hidden

an hour later, Mirabella withdrew 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?”

table. “Not at

incense didn’t matter. What mattered was

ribs and some trout at the market today. These dishes take a while to cook, so just relax in the living room. Dinner will be ready soon…”

a distant gaze, reminiscent of their time

before leaning lazily against the kitchen doorway to watch

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

was not surprised to see who was standing

you doing here?”