The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1480

Mirabella pressed her temples, sighing, "Try to invent fewer trouble-making concoctions."

Paul cleared his throat, "You know I'm only interested in toxic plants."

Mirabella shook her head, then glanced at her watch, "Alright, let's hurry up, or we'll miss our flight. Just be safe."

Paul gave a low 'hm', grabbed his suitcase, and walked away. However, after a few steps, he turned his head, seeing that Mirabella truly showed no sign of sorrow, his face fell.

His shoulders drooped as he turned back around, his silhouette looking rather pitiful.

Seeing this, Mirabella let out a helpless sigh and quickly caught up to him, giving Paul a gentle hug, "Paul, take care of yourself."

She spoke softly, with a seriousness she had never shown before.

Paul felt as if his heart was pricked by a needle, uncomfortable yet somewhat comforted.

Comforted that she finally showed the emotional fluctuations of a normal person, though these emotions were too sad.

Swallowing the bitterness, Paul patted Mirabella on the back, "It will be alright."

Even if all of them were to meet a tragic end, he wanted her to be well.