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.”

his condition had markedly improved. Whether it was a placebo effect or not, he certainly didn’t feel the agitation he had while taking

only to notice James offering her a napkin. She glanced at

with a hint of nonchalance in his eyes.

looked

placed the napkin in her hand that had just taken Owen’s pulse. The fleeting

–

her gaze, and, lowering her head, used the napkin to wipe her fingers a concession to his gesture. James smiled slightly as he leaned 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 unmistakable.

just a pulse check; was there a need for such dramatics? Meanwhile, Asher had been paying close attention to the conversation

to his so–called recovery, Asher had not detected anything unusual in his pulse. If he hadn’t seen Owen’s physical