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

Chapter 1509

Seeing this, James displayed remarkable patience as he bent down to tuck her in. As he withdrew his hand, the next moment, it was caught by Mirabella, who pressed it against her chest, whispering, "...Don't leave."

The murmured voice, like that of an abandoned child, instinctively made one's heart ache.

James's fingers tightened slightly. Although he didn't catch her exact words, he could guess their meaning.

He sighed softly and sat back down by the bed, then looked up at Marian and said, "I'll wait until she falls asleep before I leave."

Marian nodded in understanding and soon left the room with discretion.

Suddenly, it was just the two of them left in the room.

James shifted his gaze back to Mirabella, noticing her furrowed brows. He gently smoothed out the tension between her eyebrows with his other hand until her breathing became even and her expression relaxed. Only then did he retract his hand.

**

The next morning, Mirabella woke up early.

her mind

she wasn't quite sure how she got home, nothing exceedingly

had to

her temples, Mirabella got out of bed, grabbed a set of clean clothes, and headed for the

up,

the kitchen making oatmeal. Seeing Mirabella up, she poured her a cup of hot tea, "Ms. Mirabella,

the cup, "I'm fine, thank you for

a smile, clarifying, "It wasn't me. Your

Mirabella fell silent for a few seconds before asking, "I didn't go on a drunken

none of that,"

a

"But you were holding onto your friend's hand all night, and he didn't leave until after 1

appeared at the corner of Mirabella's lips. She had held onto James's hand without letting

have been

couldn't have done such

with an impassive face, holding her cup of tea, refusing to acknowledge such an embarrassing

that moment, her phone rang from