The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1276

Mirabella blinked, not quite processing what was happening when suddenly, the man's face was just inches from hers, his warm breath brushing her cheek. In the next instant, he firmly cupped her head and kissed her deeply.

Their breaths intertwined, soft and lingering. Mirabella's eyelashes fluttered slightly, a blush creeping onto her pale cheeks. She tried to step back instinctively, but stumbled over the armchair behind her, falling backward.

James quickly tightened his grip around her waist, easing her fall while gently laying her onto the armchair. He nestled his head in the crook of her neck, whispering with a teasing tone, "Didn't know you were into this."

Mirabella was momentarily speechless.

James had a deep, knowing gaze. He chuckled softly, kissing her earlobe, then ran his hands down her arms, finally clasping her hands, lightly tickling her palms before holding them firmly.

Mirabella shivered slightly, trying to tell James to get up, but a series of soft kisses along her neck wiped away any coherent thoughts.

The room felt warmer, the light casting a cozy, romantic glow over them, making the atmosphere intimate and charged with emotion.

Who knows how much time passed before James's remaining sense of restraint kicked in, and he finally put some space between them. Mirabella's cheeks were flushed, making her look even more breathtaking.

James felt his throat tighten. After a quick glance, he looked down, gently straightening Mirabella's clothes that had come undone.

Once he was done, he helped her sit up, clearing his throat softly, his voice still tinged with emotion. "Why don't you read for a bit? I need to step out, but I'll be back soon."

With that, he gave Mirabella another quick kiss on the lips before forcing himself to stand and swiftly leaving the study.

The study was serene, neither of them speaking much, creating a perfectly peaceful scene.

Before they knew it, it was already half-past ten. Mirabella started to feel drowsy, yawning several times, her eyes glistening with a sleepy haze.

She set the book down, glanced at James—still deep in concentration—and, not wanting to disturb him, got up and left the study.

After a quick trip to the restroom, she saw it was getting late. As James put down his pen, she paused, stepping forward a bit without glancing at his blueprints, and said, "It's getting late, I should probably..."

Before she could finish, James chimed in, "If you're tired, feel free to rest in my bedroom. The sheets are freshly changed and clean."