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

Chapter 165

James leaned casually against the door of his sleek black car. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal his wrists. His eyes, with a playful glint, rested on Mirabella. His lips curved into a half–smile as he spoke teasingly, “Because your incense works wonders.”

Mirabella arched an eyebrow. Her face lit up with a blend of brilliance and brazen pride. “Of course it does.”

Just then, Wyatt, who had been fiddling with the GPS, chimed in without missing a beat. “Ms. Mirabella, you’re acquainted with that boutique owner, aren’t you? I placed an order the other day, and the chap threw in a buy–one–get–one–free deal for me.”

Caught off–guard, Mirabella turned to Wyatt, her voice laced with curiosity, “Which boutique

owner?”

James facepalmed.

As Wyatt started the engine, he elaborated, “The one from that perfume shop you recommended to James.”

After a brief moment of puzzlement, Mirabella’s face lit up with realization. “We don’t know

each other.”

was some connection,

eyes slightly, Mirabella recalled James‘ message on Messenger. With an airy tone, she asked, “So, how much did you buy?”

boxes or so. He

gaze towards James, her eyes twinkling with

slightly flustered. Clearing his throat, he deftly changed the subject. “Mirabella, what are you in the mood for tonight?

Mirabella leaned back in her seat, resting her

her laid–back demeanor, James joked, “You’re not afraid I might trade you for a fancy

with a touch of arrogance, “Only if you

to a specific location. As Mirabella seemed to doze off,

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a serene spot. James turned to wake Mirabella but found her eyes open, devoid

“Mhm,” Mirabella pushed the car door open and stepped out.

rustic entrance, flanked by a country–style brook and bridge décor, exuded a relaxed and refined charm. Mirabella followed James into the restaurant. The exterior had seemed modest, but inside, it opened up into an unexpectedly charming space,