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

Chapter 564

Owen approached the table, his gaze pausing for a mere moment on James before giving a courteous nod and then sliding into the empty chair next to Mirabella, greeting her with a polite “Ma. Mirabella”

James was momentarily frozen, his expression a snapshot of bewilderment.

After finishing the last slice of fruit in her hand, Mirabella turned to Owen, wiped her hands with a napkin, and said thoughtfully, “I’ll take your pulse.”

“Thank you,” Owen replied with a slight smile, the usual solemnity on his handsome face giving way to a more serene expression.

He rolled up his sleeve to reveal a slender wrist, the veins as distinct as a road map, and placed it on the table, palm up.

Mirabella’s hand settled on his pulse. For a moment, her face took on the rare focus of a healer. Seconds later, she withdrew her fingers and spoke calmly, “You’re recovering well. Continue with the medication I prescribed for another week, then you can stop.”

Whether it was a placebo effect

a casual wave, only to notice James offering her a napkin.

with a hint of nonchalance in his

looked

her hand that had just taken Owen’s pulse. The fleeting cool touch of his fingertips against her palm

–

back lazily in his chair, stretching an arm across the back of Mirabella’s chair in a clear display of territorial claim. He was not looking at Owen, but the message was

pulse check; was there a need for such dramatics? Meanwhile, Asher had been paying

pulse. If he hadn’t seen Owen’s physical transformation with his own