The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 318

When Mirabella stepped out of Nikolai's shop, Nature's Apothecary, she decided to pick up some spices to round off her shopping spree. Just as she dropped the last packet into her tote, her cell buzzed in her pocket. It was James on the line.

"Alright, I'm at the corner. I'll be out in a sec." Mirabella slipped her phone back into her bag and soon left the bustling farmers' market. She spotted the sleek black sedan waiting at the curb almost immediately. Striding over, she pulled open the back door and gracefully slid into the seat.

Wyatt, the driver, greeted her with increasing deference, "Good afternoon, Ms. Mirabella."

"Hello, Wyatt," she replied with a polite nod.

Turning to James, Mirabella noticed he seemed back to his usual self. A playful squint crossed her eyes as she teased, "You mentioned a tightness in your chest yesterday?"

Tightness in the chest? Wyatt glanced at them, puzzled. He hadn't heard James mention anything of the sort.

James, unflustered, gave a nonchalant hum and even feigned a cough while pressing his chest.

"Just give me your hand," Mirabella instructed.

James extended his arm toward her. Mirabella shifted slightly toward the center seat and expertly placed her fingers on his pulse, her gaze softening.

James watched Mirabella's seriousness, a tranquil contrast to her easygoing demeanor. The cool touch on his wrist vanished, and her calm voice followed, "It's nothing serious."

He withdrew his hand. "Yeah, I thought it wasn't much. Sorry for the concern."

Mirabella settled back into her seat, waving off the matter. "No worries."

His gaze fell on the paper bag beside her. Feigning casual interest, he asked, "Whipping up some medicine again?"

"Something like that," Mirabella yawned, leaning against the car door. "Wake me up when we get to the diner."