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

Chapter 555

James stepped out into the crisp moming hir, his figure wrapped in a steak, black wool coat. His complexion seemed to glow against the dark fabric, giving him an air of refined, almost aristocratic elegance

Mirabella slid into the car with a casual grace, allowing herself a few unabashed glances at him before leisurely drawing her gaze away James sat back one leg crossed over the other, his hand resting nonchalantly on his knee. When he caught Mirabella’s curious gaze beside him, he tilted his head towards her and asked, “Do you like what you see?”

Wyatt who was already steering the vehicle into motion, cast a discreet glance in the rearview mirror, a silent testament to his growing accustomed to James increasingly shameless antics.

Propping her elbow lazily against the car door, Mirabella’s pale fingers cradled her forehead while her beautiful face bore no hint of shyness. She nodded slightly, offering a sincere assessment, “You look good.”

James arched an eyebrow “Just good?”

Mirabella rubbed her temple thoughtfully, pretending to consider her words carefully. After a moment, she replied, “Very good–looking”

James was rendered speechless.

“Ahem… Wyatt couldn’t hold back a chuckle. One should never expect anything out of the ordinary from a woman as straightforward as Mirabella. Straight shooters like her had a way of leaving all the gents at a loss for words. Also, she was a renowned medical expert, and her trademark was brevity, never one for beating around the bush.

eyes, clear and distinct as day and

twitched, but before he could speak, Wyatt chimed in from the front seat. “He’s 24, a

Wyatt felt it was his duty to seize every opportunity to market

hand to his forehead in exasperation. It appeared that his patience had become too lenient, and that rascal was actually

rose. “Are you

way? Ms. Mirabella seemed to have a unique misunderstanding about

again, her lips pursed in a serious expression, “Buddy, if you need help, I can whip up prescription for you.” After all, they were neighbors, and she had received plenty of

darkened in an instant. Wyatt cleared his throat sympathetically, casting a glance at

for so many years was one thing, but to finally find someone who stirred his heart and then to be subject to such

say,

dismissively. “No

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only respond

at the corners of her eyes, Mirabella turned to look out the car window, pressing a button to lower it slightly. The cool breeze rushed in, tousling the fine hairs at her temples. The smile hidden in her eyes remained