The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 702

"Passing through, huh?" Mirabella teased with a playful smirk.

Caught in his little lie, James stayed as cool as a cucumber, his chiseled profile glowing with a gentle warmth. "Well, what if you'd said no? That would've been pretty embarrassing."

Mirabella rubbed her hands together, her skin looking even more radiant against her red wool coat. "With food involved, I usually don't say no."

James wasn't surprised by her response. After all, she was not only a bit of a money lover but also quite the foodie.

A few minutes later, they pulled up to the restaurant.

Standing at the entrance, Mirabella seemed lost in thought as she stared at the sign. This place couldn't possibly belong to the Davis family, could it?

Seeing her zoning out, James, who had parked the car and come over, called out to her, "Mia?"

Mirabella snapped back to reality, shook her head, and looked at him.

They entered one after the other, greeted by a server whose warmth was just right—not too overbearing, not too cold.

As soon as they settled into a private booth, the kitchen sent out their dishes. The cuisine was delicate and light, with a plethora of ingredients that were both bright and refined, a real feast for the eyes.

The table was laden with such tempting dishes that Mirabella, who had been living off the bone broth Delilah had been bringing her for days, didn't hesitate. She grabbed her fork and knife and dove right in.

James watched her with a soft smile, enjoying the quiet but comfortable atmosphere.

Halfway through the meal, James set down his utensils, wiped his mouth with a napkin, leaned back, and just watched the young woman across from him eat.

When she was nearly done, he reached for the coffee pot beside him and filled her cup. "I'll be leaving town for a few days. If you run into any trouble, give me a call, or you can reach out to Wyatt."

Mirabella looked up at James and nodded. "Okay."

With that, she opened the door and stepped out, her figure slender and straight, her red coat like a blazing flame that seemed to dispel her usual icy aura.

James watched her until she disappeared, then drove away from the hospital.

*

Mirabella entered the hospital's lobby and pressed the button for the elevator.

The elevator was on its way down, and in less than a minute, it dinged open. Mirabella, hands in her coat pockets, exuded a casual vibe.

Inside was a middle-aged man in a black overcoat, radiating an imposing presence, his face stern with a hint of menace.

Mirabella glanced at him, her expression unflinching. She subtly stepped to the side, allowing him to exit first with a polite nod.