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

Chapter 1693

When Mirabella woke up again, the afternoon sun was already streaming in, and the spot beside her was cool to the touch. Clearly, her bedmate had been up for a while.

Rubbing her aching head, she quickly sat up. She noticed a set of light-colored women's clothes neatly laid out on the chair next to the bed, alongside a pair of slippers waiting for her.

Mirabella paused briefly, then tossed the covers aside, slipped on the slippers, and grabbed the clothes before heading to the bathroom. After freshening up, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. Her complexion looked healthier and more flushed post-bath, a stark contrast to the pallor she had before.

Dressed and ready, Mirabella stepped out of the bathroom only to find James by the floor-to-ceiling window, phone in hand, probably typing away. He exuded a laid-back yet tranquil vibe that caught her attention.

With a slight raise of her eyebrow, she slowed down in drying her hair. Beautiful scenes like this always seem to capture the eye.

Noticing Mirabella's gaze, James lifted his head, putting his phone aside as he walked over to her. "Are you feeling alright? Any discomfort?"

Mirabella glanced at him, noting that this was his second inquiry, but she answered patiently, "No, I'm good."

Relieved, James scanned her now vibrant face and smiled, "Glad to hear that."

her chin on her hands, watching him work in the mirror,

his fingers through her soft curls, cutting her off. "They'd

Mirabella arched an eyebrow.

"no one else is going to see

of yourself," Mirabella teased with a

James chuckled, setting the

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brush, leisurely combing through her

here and gently pulled away from James. “I should go say hi to

hadn't seen David in a while and was curious about

brush down with a sigh.

nodded, and they

glum-looking Cassie. As soon as he saw Mirabella coming down the stairs, he stopped mid-sentence and stood

face lit up, and he called out,