The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 399

Wyatt flashed an awkward smile at Curtis, who hadn't heard his previous mumble and shook his head. "It's nothing."

Curtis glanced at him and put his headphones back on. "Don't bother me if it's nothing."

His voice dripped with annoyance.

Wyatt craned his neck to peek at Curtis' computer screen, which was covered with what looked like gibberish running amok, and asked, "What are you hacking into now?"

Curtis' noise-cancelling headphones, combined with the sounds already playing in his ears, meant he didn't hear Wyatt's question. With Curtis' dismissive attitude and incomprehensible chaos on the screen, Wyatt pursed his lips and walked back out of the den.

No sooner had he left than the number seven flashed on Curtis' computer screen. He sighed at the sight.

Still in seventh place.

He couldn't help but wonder what insane levels the top two hackers on the leaderboard had concocted that seemed impenetrable. Curtis took off his headphones and closed his laptop, setting it aside on the desk.

James had finished his dinner and wandered into the living room, where he caught a glimpse of Mirabella curled up lazily on the couch, engrossed in her phone. He paused briefly.

She was swathed in an oversized hoodie, which made her look rather petite. Strands of her long hair fell across her delicate profile, adding to the tranquility of the scene.

Feeling his gaze, Mirabella looked up, her eyebrows arching in question at the sight of James standing still.

James' eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked over, settling down not far from her. He draped his arm casually over the back of the couch, his posture relaxed as he glanced at the TV and asked nonchalantly, "Wanna watch something?"

Mirabella chuckled, and she tucked her phone into her jacket pocket. Shifting closer to James, she said, "No need for TV, but I do need to check your pulse."

"Sure."

James massaged his temples. "You could start by being quiet."

Wyatt immediately clamped his mouth shut.

Mirabella looked sideways at James, noting a faint blush on his ears. Was this man actually capable of feeling shy?

As she caught James' eye, he covered his mouth and coughed. His features flushed a deeper shade of red, inexplicably enchanting.

Mirabella averted her gaze, slid her legs off the couch, slipped on her slippers, and stood up.

After a moment of thought, she said, "I'll come by tomorrow to give you another acupuncture session, but you'll need to prepare some herbs. I'll send you a list on Messenger."