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

Chapter 407

Gender, to her, was as inconsequential as the choice between patients–both simply required her care. Thus, when she found James swaddled in blankets like a newborn babe, with only his head peeking out, a wry smile tugged mercilessly at the corner of her mouth. “James, what’s this? A healing session or a peep show prevention strategy?”

James raised a quizzical brow, wrapping the blankets even tighter around himself as his lips parted just enough to utter, “Decorum, dear lady, decorum.”

Mirabella rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Honestly, you’re as undistinguishable as a boiled chicken to me right now.”

Pausing momentarily, she rolled up her sleeves and continued, “Man up, will you? It’s not as if-”

The intensity in James‘ gaze sharpened. He was clearly amused, seeing this as a challenge to his manhood.

His grip loosened on the blanket. Mirabella’s words hung suspended in mid–air as she caught sight of the unveiled form before her–a perfect blend of strength and form, tinged with a rosy hue of vitality.

And the only shred of modesty was… Suddenly, Mirabella could feel her cheeks heating up and instinctively averted her gaze.

James noted her reaction with a smirk, stepping forward as his voice took on a teasing note, “Oh? Not as if what? Cat got your tongue?”

Mirabella’s fingers twitched, but she quickly faced him once more, her gaze boldly returning to James.

Why the devil should she feel awkward? She was a doctor, and doctors did not play favorites with gender!

“What should I say? That you’re not well–built?” Her voice carried a proud edge.

The corner of James‘ mouth twitched. Mirabella was certainly not your average girl–next–door. He stepped into the bath, muscles relaxing beneath the warm embrace of the water.

As Mirabella prepared the silver needles, James‘ hands rested on the edge of the tub, his eyes lazily fixed on her. “How long is this soak supposed to last?”

“Half an hour,” Mirabella responded, her lips pursed in focus as she skillfully inserted a needle into a major shoulder point.

tapped his fingers idly against the wood. His handsome face was flushed from the steam, and he casually

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sideways at James, enunciating clearly, “No

his lips as he met her guarded

attention back to her work, leaning in as her fingertips pressed against his chest, and placed another needle into a vital meridian.

eyebrow and, with a featherlight touch, gathered

and let out a

James‘ eyes

her pale complexion, his

hand dismissively, not one for pleasantries, and said,

like that, the mood was lost by her mundane

Chapter 407

with only his head peeking out, a wry smile tugged mercilessly at the corner of her mouth. “James, what’s this? A healing session of a peep show prevention strategy?” James raised a quizzical brow, wrapping the blankets even tighter around himself as his lips parted just enough to utter, “Decorum, dear

sarcasm. “Honestly, you’re as undistinguishable as a boiled chicken to

sleeves and continued, “Man up, will you?

He was clearly amused, seeing this as

words hung suspended in mid–air as she caught sight of the unveiled form before her–a perfect

of modesty was… Suddenly, Mirabella could feel her

her reaction with a smirk, stepping forward as his voice took on

him once more, her gaze boldly returning to

feel awkward? She was a doctor, and doctors did not play favorites with

you’re not well–built?” Her voice carried a

of James‘ mouth twitched. Mirabella was certainly not your average girl–next–door. He stepped into the bath, muscles

hands rested on the edge of the tub, his eyes lazily