The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 144

Half an hour later, at a downtown coffee shop.

As Mirabella stepped into the private booth, a faint scent of sandalwood greeted her—a scent reminiscent of what she had encountered the previous day at a boutique store named Nature's Apothecary.

"Hello," James announced, comfortably seated before a coffee set, his movements graceful as he brewed coffee. Not far from his hand, a small incense burner released gentle wisps of smoke.

Mirabella gave a slight hmm, acknowledging Wyatt with a polite nod before making her way over to a mahogany chair, which she pulled out and sat down on with casual ease.

Wyatt stole a cautious glance at Mirabella. For some reason, every time he saw this young lady, he felt a chill that seemed beyond her years, an aura of mystery he couldn't quite penetrate.

James placed a cup in front of Mirabella, his pale and slender fingers deftly pouring a stream of coffee into the cup. "See how you like the taste."

Mirabella lifted the cup, and the delicate aroma of the tea enveloped her senses. She took a sip, and her eyebrows rose in approval. "Rich fragrance, sweet and lingering on the finish. Nice."

Setting down the teapot, James' features softened with a genteel warmth. He looked relaxed yet uncontained as he mentioned, "I heard you entered an international competition?"

At his words, Mirabella seemed to ponder for a moment. Leaning back in her chair, she looked up at James. "Catherine's been bending your ear again?"

A light smile played on James' lips, his response enigmatic, "Well, as a tutor, I ought to make some contribution."

Stroking her chin, Mirabella replied casually, "Ah, no need for contributions. Just keep Catherine in good spirits for me."

Wyatt, who had been quietly observing, suddenly choked as if something caught him off guard. He was coughing violently, "Cough... cough..."