The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1509

Seeing this, James displayed remarkable patience as he bent down to tuck her in. As he withdrew his hand, the next moment, it was caught by Mirabella, who pressed it against her chest, whispering, "...Don't leave."

The murmured voice, like that of an abandoned child, instinctively made one's heart ache.

James's fingers tightened slightly. Although he didn't catch her exact words, he could guess their meaning.

He sighed softly and sat back down by the bed, then looked up at Marian and said, "I'll wait until she falls asleep before I leave."

Marian nodded in understanding and soon left the room with discretion.

Suddenly, it was just the two of them left in the room.

James shifted his gaze back to Mirabella, noticing her furrowed brows. He gently smoothed out the tension between her eyebrows with his other hand until her breathing became even and her expression relaxed. Only then did he retract his hand.

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The next morning, Mirabella woke up early.

Staring at the ceiling, her mind was blank for a moment.

Not until the memories of the previous night returned did Mirabella blink and ponder. Although she wasn't quite sure how she got home, nothing exceedingly improper seemed to have happened in her recollection.

Mirabella let out a heavy sigh, though she had to admit her tolerance for alcohol was indeed pitiful.

Rubbing her temples, Mirabella got out of bed, grabbed a set of clean clothes, and headed for the bathroom.

After freshening up, she went downstairs.

Marian was in the kitchen making oatmeal. Seeing Mirabella up, she poured her a cup of hot tea, "Ms. Mirabella, you're awake. Do you feel unwell anywhere?"

Mirabella thanked her while holding the cup, "I'm fine, thank you for your efforts last night."