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

Just after five o'clock.

Mirabella hit save on her data and left the lab not long after. Outside the school, James had already parked his car by the curb, waiting.

As soon as she hopped in, James started the engine and asked, "Hospital or home?"

Mirabella raised a brow, casting a sideways glance at James. He was spot-on with the plan. "Hospital first," she replied.

James nodded, dressed in a dark coat over a matching sweater. The unturned collar hugged his neck, giving him a rugged, effortlessly cool vibe. His long fingers rested casually on the steering wheel.

Mirabella leaned her elbow against the car door, resting her cheek in her hand, lazily watching the man behind the wheel. He was quite the looker, and she wondered if she'd ever get tired of this view.

Her fingers softly brushed her cheek, her eyes never leaving him.

Sensing her steady gaze, James glanced over at her. For a brief moment, their eyes locked, as if something had shifted between them.

A warm sensation bubbled up in James's chest. Suddenly, he reached over, naturally taking her left hand, which was casually resting on her knee. His fingers gently interwove with hers, palm to palm.

Mirabella's fingers curled slightly, but James held on tighter.

"So, does this mean I'm officially in?" James asked after a pause.

His voice was deep, carrying a magnetic allure. Mirabella didn't pull her hand away. "Hard to say, but you could try asking my brothers what they think."

James's face fell: "..."

How was he supposed to ask that?

Asking would just earn him a flat-out no.

Mirabella's lips curled into a slight smile, and she fell silent, her gaze drifting to the window, her smile vanishing as quickly as it came.

Before long, they reached the hospital parking lot.

James finally let go of her hand to get out, popping the trunk to grab two boxes of gifts. Mirabella had planned to ask him to wait downstairs, but seeing him so prepared, she felt a bit flustered.

"You've come well-prepared," she remarked.

James joined her side, taking her hand again as they headed toward the hospital entrance. "Well, we're here to see Zach," he said with a knowing nod.

Mirabella's lips twitched slightly.

They quickly made their way to the fifth floor. As they neared the room, James let go of her hand, his demeanor turning more serious.

Mirabella shot him a raised eyebrow before pushing the door open.

Zach was idly scrolling through his phone, his face lighting up with a smile when he saw his sister. "Sis, you're here... Wait, why are you here?"

His smile froze when he noticed James trailing behind her, and his words came to an abrupt halt.noveldrama

James stepped forward, placing the gifts on a nearby table, then turned to greet Zach warmly, "Mr. Davis."

Zach: "!!!"

Get out of here! Who do you think you are, calling me Mr. Davis?

You coffee bean!

Mirabella pulled up a chair for James, then another for herself by the bed. "Your hand," she said.

Zach begrudgingly extended his hand, his face still sour as he glared at James. "Please, call me Mr. Davis."

We're not on a first-name basis!

James nodded and took a seat, "Alright, Mr. Davis."

Zach: "..."

Mirabella lowered her eyes slightly, clearing her throat as she checked his pulse. Once done, she withdrew her hand.

The bandages on Zach's head had been removed, leaving only a simple dressing on a scrape at his temple. He seemed to be doing well.

"Looks like you'll be ready to go home in a couple of days," Mirabella said with a nod.