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

Chapter 1381

Mirabella expertly ignored the fact that the man in front of her was shirtless, keeping her gaze steady on his waist. The wound there was pretty shocking—a large area on his side was scraped raw, surrounded by dark bruises, clearly the result of some serious impact and friction. Throughout the entire trip back, he hadn't shown even a flicker of discomfort. Mirabella gave James a sideways glance, impressed with his resilience.

James, resting his chin on his hand, sensed Mirabella's stare and lowered his head a bit. But all he could see was the top of her bowed head, her expression hidden from view. With a slight shift, one of James's calves peeked out from under his robe without him realizing it.

Just as Mirabella was getting ready to apply the ointment, she paused for a moment: ".

Soon, a cool and slightly stinging sensation spread across his waist. James tensed, not from the wound's pain, but from the feel of her fingers brushing against his skin. Mirabella noticed and hesitated briefly before continuing, her head still down as she said, "Just hang in there."

James pressed his fingers to his temples and shut his eyes. If he hadn't been keeping it together, he might not have stayed in that position for long. The room was quiet, and though applying the ointment took just a minute or two, it felt like forever.

calm. She tossed the bandage onto the

her hand was snatched. Before she knew it, a strong pull

open, meeting James's

asked, bracing himself beside her, his whole body almost pressing against hers,

They were incredibly close.

She glanced away, her hand finding the bandage she'd tossed earlier. Reluctantly, she gavein,

Her voice was nonchalant.

a kiss against her earlobe and took the bandage from her hand,

on fire, especially when she felt the strength poised between her legs... But then, a series of soft kisses drowned

how much time passed before a sudden ringtone shattered the moment

and she nudged the man on