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

The car's lights were completely off, blending the black sedan with the dimming sky. After a moment, the driver's door finally swung open.

A tall figure stepped out, and the streetlight flickered on, cutting through the darkness. Under its glow, the man's handsome features became clear, his face a mix of gentle warmth and a chilling, snow-like clarity.noveldrama

Mirabella watched the person approaching, her expression slightly startled. As he came closer, she snapped back to reality. "What are you doing here?"

The light stretched their shadows long, and James's gaze lowered, landing on Mirabella's surprised face. A strand of hair clung to the corner of her lips, her pupils still carrying that casual, indifferent look.

Ever since he heard that the Cunningham family had taken her, he'd been worried sick. Now, seeing her safe and sound should have been a relief, but instead, it only added to his inner turmoil.

Seeing James silent, Mirabella's eyes deepened with an unfathomable expression. She coughed slightly and called out softly, "James?"

James's fingers twitched at his side before he took her wrist, leading her towards the car parked nearby. His voice was calm, "Nick's been looking for you. I'll take you back."

His grip on her wrist was firm but gentle. Mirabella was momentarily taken aback, and before she knew it, they were already by the car door.

James opened the passenger door, and his grip on her wrist tightened slightly. Mirabella instinctively tried to pull away, but before she could, he let go and placed his hands on her shoulders, firmly but gently pushing her into the car.

Mirabella was speechless.

James didn't look at her as he leaned over, reaching for the seat belt next to her. The proximity made her acutely aware of his faint, cold scent. She stretched her neck uncomfortably and leaned back. "I can do it myself."

James buckled the seat belt, then propped his hand beside her, his handsome face inches from hers. His eyes bore into hers for a long moment before he finally spoke, "No, you can't."

His voice was slightly hoarse, his breath warm against her cheek, making Mirabella's face and ears burn with embarrassment. She coughed and tried to say something, "You..."

James looked at her for a few more seconds, then tucked a stray hair behind her ear, unable to resist pinching her earlobe before pulling back and closing the passenger door.

Mirabella heard the door slam shut, and her previously tense body finally relaxed. She raised her hand, subconsciously covering her burning ears.

James stood outside the car, took a breath of cold air, and looked around before walking to the driver's side. He opened the door, got in, and glanced at the rear- view mirror. Seeing Mirabella's actions, the annoyance in his heart dissipated.

This was the normal reaction a young woman should have.

He smiled slightly, started the engine, and drove away.

As his car pulled off, a sedan parked not far away turned on its headlights.

"Boss, should we keep following?" Atlas's subordinate, who had witnessed the young lady getting into the sedan, started the car and asked.