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?”

her heart would thump uncontrollably, yet she

lips curled into a half–smile. She didn’t call out Catherine’s obvious evasion, Instead, she stood and moved behind her, her slender

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

her hands

nearly fell asleep.” Her gaze fell upon Mirabella’s hands. “You’ve been at it for a while;

water from a glass on the side table. “Not

her, the incense didn’t matter. What mattered was that

at the market today. These dishes take a while to cook, so just relax in the living

chatter with a distant gaze, reminiscent of their time

the house before leaning lazily against the kitchen doorway to

pots, Catherine asked Mirabella to answer the

door, she was not surprised to see who was

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