The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1320

Nick hadn't chatted with Mirabella for long. After all, he was still on the mend from his injuries and soon drifted off to sleep.

Once he was out, Mirabella got up, gave Atlas a few quick instructions, and slipped out of the hospital room. Back in the next room over, she leaned against the door, feeling her legs go a bit wobbly.

The Stevenson family’s real claim to fame wasn’t their elixirs but their unique constitution and medical skills, especially a one-of-a-kind acupuncture technique. If someone who'd just died still had a flicker of life, a practitioner could use this technique to transfer their own life force into the other person, basically bringing them back from the edge. But of course, meddling with fate like that wasn't without its hefty price. Still, given the Stevenson family's unique traits, her days spent in a deep sleep had left her feeling just like someone recovering from a bad illness.

James, who’d been waiting around the hospital room, walked over. Seeing her all worn out, he scooped her up, “You okay?”

Mirabella rested her head against his chest and murmured, “Just starving.”

James looked down at her, noticing her face had gotten even more slender, and felt a pang in his heart. “I’ll get someone to bring some food over soon.”

“Mhm,” Mirabella murmured, snuggling deeper into his chest.

James tightened his hold, not putting her back on the hospital bed but settling on the couch with her instead. He wrapped her coat around her, “Get some rest. I’ll wake you when the food’s here.”

“Mhm,” Mirabella tucked in closer, the cool, woody scent of him oddly comforting, chasing away the cluttered thoughts in her mind.

When her breathing evened out, James fished his phone from his pocket and texted Wyatt to sort out some food.

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About half an hour later, Wyatt showed up at the hospital room, lugging two big food boxes. As soon as he walked in, he caught sight of the two curled up on the couch.

Once again, as the single guy, he silently took another hit. He set the food boxes on a nearby table, then politely backed out of the room. Just as he shut the door, he spotted Atlas heading their way. Over the past few days, they’d gotten pretty familiar, so he quickly pulled him aside, preventing him from knocking.

Atlas looked at him, puzzled.