The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella)

Mirabella nodded, her fingers playfully entwining with his, "We're almost done here."

James's eyes lifted at the corners, content to let her fiddle with his fingers. "When do you plan on going back?"

"In a couple of days, I want to visit Catherine first." Mirabella had planned this for a while, realizing she hadn't called Catherine in days.

James hummed in response, "I'll prepare some gifts for you to bring to the old lady."

"Sure." Mirabella knew Catherine was quite fond of James, so she didn't refuse. "Let's go grab some dinner." James squeezed her hand before letting go and starting the car to leave the campus.

At that moment, Mirabella's phone buzzed with a message.

She took out her phone and saw it was from Blaze, a senior from the Physics Department she had added on Messenger. She straightened up a bit before replying, "I've already left the campus. Is there something you need, senior?"

She remembered receiving a generous gift from him and hadn't found the chance to return the favor.noveldrama

Blaze ran a hand through his hair and typed back, "So it was you who pressed the elevator button for me just now?"

Mirabella hadn't expected the person struggling with a bunch of boxes to be Blaze, "If there was no one else, then it must have been me."

Blaze found his junior sister quite amusing, "I mentioned before about treating you to a meal, but something always came up. Are you free these days to catch up?"

Mirabella was busy with preparations for her trip and figured she wouldn't have much free time, so she replied, "How about we wait until the next school year starts?"

Seeing her response, Blaze agreed and eventually asked for Mirabella's phone number, telling her not to hesitate to reach out if she needed help with anything.

Mirabella found it odd after reading his message, wondering what kind of trouble she could possibly get into.

Still, she didn't probe further and simply replied with a thank you.

Putting away her phone, Mirabella's gaze shifted to the car window, lingering on the rearview mirror for a few seconds before turning to James, casually remarking, You seem to be quite popular?"

"Hmm?" James didn't catch the hidden meaning in her words and looked at her curiously.

Mirabella's eyes returned to the rearview mirror, prompting James to glance at it too. A few seconds later, he understood her implication.

He took out his phone, sending a message on Messenger to have someone deal with the car following them. After sending the message, he turned to Mirabella, "I don't know about being popular, but as long as you like me, that's all that matters." Cóntent belongs to

Mirabella was speechless.

Some people, once they abandon their shame, never look back.

Shaking her head, Mirabella adjusted her sitting position, her slender fingersdazily resting on the car window. "I'm suddenly very curious

about how you've managed to live to this age?"

Always finding himself the target of others.

Hearing the phrase 'this age,' James thought of the Davis brothers, who had once

mocked his age, and his face darkened slightly.

Yet, he didn't respond, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, seemingly focused on driving.

Mirabella raised an eyebrow, clicking her tongue lightly.

The car fell into silence for a moment, neither of them paying much mind to the vehicle that had been following them.

Soon, the car stopped outside a restaurant.

Their private room was already booked, and under the guidance of a waiter, they headed upstairs.

As soon as they entered the room, James told the waiter to leave and call only if needed, slamming the door shut with a sound that seemed to carry a hint of aggression.

Mirabella took a few steps inside before instinctively turning back to look at him, prompted by the sound of the door.