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

Just over ten minutes later, Mirabella pulled back into her apartment complex. Before she even reached her driveway, she noticed a black sedan parked outside. As she spotted the figure standing by the car, she couldn't help but press a hand to her forehead.

"Is this what you'd call a major awkward moment?" she thought to herself.

As her car approached, James had already turned his gaze towards her. Even from a distance, the headlights made it easy to recognize the person inside. The one who claimed they were off to bed a while ago was now outside, and James, leaning casually against his car door, had a smirk playing on his lips, not quite a smile but close enough.

Mirabella scratched her head, easing her car up to her doorstep. She cut the engine but hesitated, reluctant to step out. James remained leaning there, hands stuffed in his pockets, not making a move, his eyes fixed on Mirabella through the car window.

It was nearing eleven, the sky was dark, and the streetlights in the complex were spaced far apart, so once the car lights were off, the inside of the car was swallowed by darkness. Feeling his intense gaze, Mirabella touched her nose, finally pushing open the door. She walked over to where James stood, her face composed as she asked, "You're back, huh?"

James raised an eyebrow, "Already asleep?"

Mirabella couldn't keep up the charade and let out a small cough, "I was at a family birthday dinner tonight."

James nodded, letting out a soft sigh, "Looks like my half-day stakeout wasn't for nothing."

Initially, after their call, he had planned to head straight home. But somehow, his car ended up here, almost as if it had a mind of its own. Maybe it was a gut feeling?

It was only then that Mirabella noticed James's outfit was different from usual, and the exhaustion on his face was clear as day. She paused, then suggested, "You should head back and get some rest. We can catch up tomorrow."

James watched her quietly, agreeing with a simple "okay," but made no move. A cool breeze blew by, bringing a few raindrops that splashed onto their cheeks, cold as ice.

Looking up at the sky, James straightened, finally pulling his hands from his pockets. He gently flipped Mirabella's hoodie over her head to shield her from the rain.

Mirabella was caught off guard, her eyes wide and clear, her face under the hood looking even more delicate. James's gaze softened, his fingers lingering at the edge of the hoodie. Then, in a swift, gentle motion, he cradled her head and pressed a light kiss on her forehead.

After a moment, he let go, the raindrops coming down harder now. He adjusted her hoodie, saying, "Go inside, goodnight."noveldrama

Mirabella looked at him, the emotions in her eyes settling down. She nodded, "Goodnight."

She turned, opened the door, and drove her car inside. James stood there, letting the rain fall on him, watching until she was safely inside. Then, feeling

unexpectedly uplifted, he got into his car and drove back to his place.

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The next day at the Pharmacists' Guild, Mr. Boyd's assistant brought Mirabella's prescription to the herb storage room, instructing the warehouse manager to gather the necessary herbs. The Vice President and Dane happened to be there as well.

Grant greeted them politely. The Vice President glanced at the list Grant handed over and remarked in surprise, "Isn't the President out of practice with pharmacy these days?"

Grant thought about explaining that the medicine wasn't for the President, but decided it was best not to mention the honorary Vice President's matters. So, he simply replied, "Yeah, he might be working on something new."

The Vice President tapped his fingers on the table thoughtfully, "An ancient recipe, perhaps?"

Everyone at the guild knew David had a passion for digging into ancient remedies.