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, hence the discount, Wyatt mused absent–mindedly.

an airy

hundred boxes or

Mirabella turned her gaze towards James, her eyes twinkling with

seemed slightly flustered. Clearing his throat, he deftly changed the subject. “Mirabella, what

relaxed smile, Mirabella leaned back in her seat, resting

laid–back demeanor, James joked, “You’re not afraid I might trade

a touch of arrogance, “Only if you think you

chuckled, shook his head, and directed Wyatt to a specific location. As Mirabella seemed to doze off, James let

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a serene spot. James turned to wake Mirabella but found

the

charm. Mirabella followed James into the restaurant. The exterior had seemed modest, but inside, it opened