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

Interrupted, Mirabella paused for a moment, lost in thought. James, with a slight raise of his eyebrow, brought out an excuse he'd been planning, "I just can't help but worry about my girlfriend being home alone."

Mirabella gave him a look that was a mix of emotions. "Having someone around doesn't always mean it's safer, you know."

A grin spread across James's face, and he stood up, walked over to Mirabella, and gently ruffled her hair. "Get some sleep; I'll crash in the guest room next door."

He wasn't in a rush to push things forward, preferring to take his time.

"You're getting sneakier, you know that?" Mirabella said, clearly amused by his antics. It was obvious he had thought this through.

"Well, in this dating game, you have to step up your efforts," James chuckled, thinking of the challenges ahead, like impressing her brothers.

"Charming as ever, aren't you?" Mirabella yawned. Not one to make a fuss, she waved him off, “I'm heading to bed. You should get some rest too. Night!"

With that, she turned and left the room. Watching her leave, James's raised eyebrows hinted at his good spirits as he returned to his desk.

The next day was a leisurely Saturday, which meant no school for Mirabella. She woke up in the morning, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar room, but soon recalled the events of the night before.

She indulged in a bit of laziness, staying wrapped up in the blankets and playing a few games on her phone. Around 8:30 AM, she finally climbed out of bed, finding clean toiletries ready in the bathroom. After freshening up, she donned a jacket and made her way downstairs at a leisurely pace.

James was already up, sitting in the living room. He wasn't alone; Curtis and Wyatt were there, deep in conversation. As Mirabella descended the stairs, their discussion halted abruptly, their faces reflecting identical expressions of surprise. They clearly hadn't expected to see her coming from upstairs, especially looking so relaxed and freshly awake.

Whoa, what's going on here? Wyatt and Curtis quickly masked their astonishment, exchanged a meaningful glance, and turned their attention back to James on the couch.

"Wow, Ms. Mirabella, she... James, you?" Wyatt stammered, struggling to find the right words.

James shot him a casual look, "She stayed here, and?"

Wyatt was taken aback. She stayed here? How could James be so nonchalant about this? Isn't Mirabella under twenty? How could he be so reckless?

Curtis, although equally surprised, didn't let it show as much. While he thought James might be pushing boundaries, he also saw it as a potentially good sign. Clearing his throat, he leaned in and quietly reminded James, "Hey, just remember, Mirabella's still in school. Maybe take it slow, okay?"

James looked puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Mirabella, by now, had come closer and caught the end of Curtis's sentence. Curtis, noticing her proximity, suddenly seemed a bit flustered, unable to meet her gaze, "Oh, nothing important."noveldrama

Mirabella raised an eyebrow, giving him a curious look. Wyatt, trying to regain his composure, greeted her with a quick "Ms. Mirabella," and couldn't help but glance at her collar, his eyes widening again.