The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Mirabella cast a casual glance at Wyatt, her expression unfazed. “Really, there’s no shame In blind dates.”

Wyatt was at a loss for words. The point was, he hadn’t been on a blind date, okay!

James‘ gaze settled on Mirabella’s face, a playful smirk playing on his lips. “This place? It doesn’t seem quite your style.”

Mirabella pursed her lips, spreading her hands in resignation. “No choice, couldn’t stay at home. Just had to tag along with my brother Zach for some matchmaking.”

At the mention of Zach, James arched an eyebrow. “Zach is having blind dates?”

“That’s right.” Mirabella nodded, her gaze drifting to the blind date event nearby. She watched for a few seconds before turning back to James, her tone teasing as she asked, “So, has your family been pressuring you to settle down?” She clearly assumed he was there for a blind date, too.

James adjusted his face mask, his voice lazy. “Ever seen anyone come to a matchmaking event wearing one of these?” NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Mirabella conceded the point with a nod, then reconsidered. With James‘ looks, he wouldn’t be caught dead at a blind date event, even if his family were pushing him to

marry.

“By the way, you’re welcome to come over to my place. It’s quiet there, too. I’ll set you up with fingerprint access to the gate,” James offered, responding to Mirabella’s earlier complaint about not wanting to be at home.

Mirabella waved the offer off without much thought. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

On the sidelines, Wyatt, ever the diligent servant, quietly contemplated the mention of fingerprint access. He resolved to arrange it posthaste upon their return. Ms. Mirabella’s reluctance notwithstanding, it was something he felt compelled to implement.

Mirabella’s eyes, light and carefree, shifted back to the present. “So, if you’re not here for a blind date, what brings you to this place?”

“Looking for someone,” James replied nonchalantly.

“Oh? Found them yet?” Mirabella asked casually.

“Not yet.” James‘ eyes suddenly took on a mischievous glint as he regarded Mirabella. He had received an address from Donald, but bumping into Mirabe, a seemed less than coincidental.

Mirabella didn’t pay much mind to James‘ gaze; she didn’t think he’d come specifically to find her. After all, they were neighbors, and he wasn’t the type to be bored.

11:07

Quess you’ll have to keep looking she said.

Wyatt chimed in. “Ms. Mirabella, have you run into any elderly folks here? Maybe in their seventies or eighties?”

Elderly folks?

Mirabelle thought for a moment and shook her head. “No.”

“Alright then.” Although he expected this answer, disappointment flickered across Wyatt’s face. Donald did have a knack for stirring things up.

At the mention of the elderly, Mirabella’s thoughts turned to Donald back home, who had a habit of showing up unannounced, and her mood darkened. She quickly added, “Today, the park is filled mostly with young men and women looking for love.”

“Hmm.” Wyatt nodded and glanced at his employer. Clearing his throat as a subtle hint, he said, “James, why don’t you chat with Ms. Mirabella for a bit? I’ll take another look around the park.”

With a brief look and a low “Hmm” in response, James acknowledged him. Wyatt soon vanished from their sight.

Mirabella wrapped her trench coat tighter around herself and settled back down on the bench. She looked up at James, standing nearby, and after a moment of thought, pulled out a tissue from her bag to wipe down the seat next to her. She patted the spot clean and said, “It’s clean now.”

James raised an eyebrow at her gesture but didn’t refuse the offer, taking a seat beside her. His presence was commanding, and even as he leaned casually against the bench, he exuded a subtle sense of dominance.

Turning her head to look at him, Mirabella was unaffected by his aura. Instead, a playful curiosity danced across her beautiful features. “So, what exactly do you do for a living?”