The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1867

Mirabella raised an eyebrow, pondering, "Could it be like radiation?"

"Not exactly," James replied, his eyes narrowing slightly, a mischievous sparkle in them. He murmured, "Unless you count hallucinations..."

Mirabella didn't quite catch his last words, so she tilted her head, "Hmm, what did you say?"

James merely chuckled, pulling her hand gently to guide her to the couch beside him. He leaned back, letting his head rest comfortably on her lap.

"Haven't slept well these past few days," James admitted, closing his eyes as he nestled closer to Mirabella.

Mirabella glanced down, her eyes lingering on his furrowed brow for a moment before she pulled her hand away.

But as soon as she moved, James's eyes fluttered open again, his deep gaze slightly dazed, as if shrouded in a soft mist.

Mirabella's fingers hesitated before settling on his temple, gently massaging in slow, steady circles. "Too many worries," she murmured softly.

James's lips curled into a relaxed smile, his voice carrying a hint of lazy affection, "Having my girlfriend here makes all worries disappear."

Mirabella shot him a quick look, not particularly eager to continue the conversation.

James laughed softly, closing his eyes to savor this rare moment of calm with her.

The room fell into a comfortable silence.

After a while, Mirabella paused her movements. She noticed James had drifted into a deep, even sleep, his earlier worries seemingly faded away.

Her gaze drifted back to the black box on the coffee table, lost in thought.

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