The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1873

Mirabella casually rested her fingertips on her chin, tilting her head slightly. "Aren't you going to see your dad off at the airport?"

James paused for a moment, thinking it over. "Well, if his daughter-in-law goes instead, he might be even happier."

Mirabella glanced at him. "What time are we talking?"

"Three thirty."

"Alright, then."

She nodded, agreeing without any fuss. James hummed in response, casually spinning his phone around in his fingers. After checking the time, he set it down and shifted gears. "What do you feel like eating for lunch?"

The sudden change in topic caught Mirabella off guard. She quickly rattled off a few dish names, not holding back. "…Yeah, that sounds good."

James stood up, smiling at Mirabella without a word, his gaze lingering.

Feeling the intensity of his stare, Mirabella grabbed a nearby sofa cushion, hugged it, and rested her chin on top, her whole demeanor relaxed as she quickly backtracked. "Whatever you fancy, I'm easy," she said.

James raised an eyebrow, his voice dropping a notch. "Anything?"

Taken aback, Mirabella's cheek twitched, and she threw up her hands. "I mean, whatever Chef James decides to make, I'll eat."

"Actually, I was just hoping you'd help with the salad," James said slowly.

Mirabella blinked, "…?"

James chuckled, his eyes tracing over her outstretched hand, her slender fingers and fair palm with a soft pink hue, so exquisite they seemed like a piece of art he'd want to keep forever.

Then, with a soft sigh, James said, "Never mind, I can't bear to make you work."

With that, he turned and headed to the kitchen.

Mirabella watched him walk away until he was out of sight, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

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