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

Chapter 408

Mirabella tucked away her silver needles and strode out of the bathroom with the grace of

seasoned professional.

Wyatt, who had been waiting outside, anticipated her needs with the care of a doting butler and presented her with a steaming bowl of chicken soup. “Ms. Mirabella, thank you, he said with a dutiful nod.

Raising an eyebrow at the gesture, Mirabella took the soup and offered a nod of approval. Scratching his head with a goofy grin, Wyatt inquired, “How’s the boss‘ health now?”

After a sip that soothed her throat, Mirabella replied, “He should be stable for now. As long as nothing extraordinary happens, his chronic issues shouldn’t flare up again.”

Wyatt practically glowed with relief. It wasn’t the perfect fix he had hoped for, but it was light–years ahead of the grim prognoses they’d gotten from other so–called miracle workers.

Just then, a freshly dressed James emerged from his room.

her soup, Mirabella turned to regard James, and her mind couldn’t help but wander to some rather unseemly scenarios. Clearing her throat, she averted

bobbed his head. “Of

at James, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous suggestion. “Sir, why don’t you walk Ms. Mirabella home? It’s quite late, and it wouldn’t be safe for

like an older man preying on a younger woman, Wyatt believed Mirabella could be a perfect

James.

She turned back, eyeing Wyatt with an expressionless face. Their homes were a mere fifty meters apart–what could possibly

good point,” James agreed, looking quite serious. He

approached Mirabella. “Come on. I’ll walk

inner voice called out,

for the exit, Mirabella rubbed her temple in

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