The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 491

Donald glanced at Curtis and placed the black checker with an assertive thump on the board, a crisp sound ringing through the air.

Curtis heard the noise, and jolted in his seat, reflexively sitting down with his back ramrod straight, looking every bit the picture of concentration on the game before him.

Trailing behind James, Wyatt caught the scene and couldn't help but think to himself, "Thank God I wasn't the one caught swiping coffee beans back in the day."

James gave the board a cursory look before carefully setting down the plastic cylinder he was carrying on the side table next to his armchair.

Donald caught sight of the cookie design on the container and couldn't help but curl his lip in disdain. "What's with the cookie tin? Don't you know I've never had a sweet tooth?"

James settled into the sofa, a serene grace playing across his handsome features under the lamp's soft glow. He leaned back casually and said, "It's not cookies."

At that, Donald's curiosity was piqued. "Then what is it?"

Massaging his brow, James closed his eyes and replied in a measured tone, "You could always open it and see for yourself."

Veering off from his initial move to pick up another checker, Donald reached for the plastic container instead.

The opaque wrapping concealed its contents, leaving Donald to guess what was inside until he unscrewed the lid and found incense sticks. He paused, momentarily taken aback. Looking up, he inquired, "This incense..."

Before he could finish, Wyatt chimed in with an explanation, "Ms. Mirabella sent that over."

James, who had paused his temple massaging, opened his eyes to give Wyatt a sharp look. Oblivious to the exchange, Wyatt continued, "Ms. Mirabella heard you've been having trouble sleeping and thought this might help."